The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The dream began not with light, but with the smell of ozone and wet stone, a scent that Elara knew was impossible in the dry, dusty air of the city above, yet it filled her lungs with a terrifying familiarity. She stood on the edge of a precipice that did not exist in the waking world, looking down into a chasm where the fog swirled like a living thing, thick and white and absolute. There was...

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