The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The river did not flow; it hung, suspended in a twilight that never shifted toward dawn, its surface a sheet of polished obsidian reflecting a sky choked with stars that burned with the cold, silent ferocity of ancient eyes. Elara walked upon the water, not stepping on it, for the water was solid as glass, and beneath her feet, the dark depths showed no fish, no silt, only a profound and...

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