The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The morning light entered the detention cell not as a beam, but as a substance, thick and golden, settling upon the floor like spilled honey. Elias Thorne sat on the steel bench, his hands folded in his lap, watching the dust motes suspend themselves in the air. They did not drift. They held their positions, trembling with a faint, rhythmic pulse, as if the room itself were breathing. For three...

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