The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain fell in sheets. It was a grey, relentless downpour that turned the dirt road into a slurry of mud. I walked. My boots sank. I pulled them free. The mud sucked at my heels. I kept walking. My name is Elias. I am not what I was. I am a shape made of ink and silence. I walk the wild places. The heath. The bog. The old roads that no one uses. I seek the Mirror. I know where it is. I have...

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