The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The dream was always the same: a bridge made of pale bone, spanning a chasm of black water. Elias stood on the far bank, the mist curling around his knees like the fingers of a ghost. He could feel the cold seeping into his marrow, a dampness that no amount of wool could repel. The bridge was the only way across. It was the only thing that mattered. But the bridge was not just a path; it was a...

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