The Pale Bridge

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2026-08-19 15:25:04 -

The Pale Bridge

The bridge stood in the river mist, pale as a bone. "Is it real?" Thomas asked. He gripped the railing. His knuckles were white. The iron was cold. It bit into his skin. "Real enough to break your neck," said Elias. He leaned on his cane. The wood was smooth. It had been smoothed by years of hands. By Thomas’s hands, mostly. Elias looked at the water. The water looked at Elias. It did not...

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