The Pale Bridge

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2026-08-18 00:56:20 -

The Pale Bridge

He woke in the dark. The air was thick. It smelled of wet stone. Old moss. Fear. Silas sat up. His head spun. He was in a cellar. A deep cellar. The walls wept. Water dripped. Tap. Tap. Tap. He touched the floor. Cold. Smooth. It was marble. Not brick. Not earth. Marble. He knew this place. He did not know how he knew. He felt a sickness in his gut. A heavy stone. A lead weight. He stood. His...

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