The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The fog in Oakhaven did not merely obscure; it consumed. It rolled in from the river with a wet, heavy sigh, erasing the sharp lines of the cobblestones and softening the edges of the houses until the town seemed less like a place built by men and more like a memory slowly dissolving in the mind of a dying god. Elias Thorne walked through this grey soup, his boots striking the pavement with a...

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