The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The train into the interior arrived at a station that seemed to have been abandoned by time itself, the air thick with the scent of damp iron and decaying leaves. Elias Thorne stepped onto the platform, his coat heavy with the rain that had lashed the carriages for the better part of the afternoon. He was not here for tourism, nor for the quiet solitude that so many sought in these remote...

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