The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The iron gate was locked. It was always locked. Elias stood before it. His boots were caked in mud. The mud was red. It was dry. It was ancient. He was the Warden. He wore the gray uniform. The wool itched. It scratched at his neck. He pulled at the collar. The fabric tore. A small sound. A rip. He did not look back. The town of Oakhaven slept. The houses were stone. The stone was cold. The...

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