The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The train left at dawn, a grey beast exhaling steam into the frost-bitten air of the valley. Elias stood on the platform, his grip white-knuckled around the handle of a suitcase that weighed more than his own bones. Beside him stood Silas, an old man with hands like gnarled oak roots and eyes that held the dull, patient gray of the river mud. They did not speak. Words had become a currency...

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