The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The stone bridge was breaking, not with the thunder of a landslide, but with the quiet, persistent groan of wood giving way to rot, and Elara stood in the center of it, her hands slick with the black mud of the river below, feeling the planks shift beneath her feet like the ribs of a dying beast. She was not walking away from the village of Oakhaven; she was walking toward her own destruction,...

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