The Pale Bridge

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2026-08-19 23:42:14 -

The Pale Bridge

The fog rolled in from the estuary before dawn, thick and white as milk, swallowing the village of Oakhaven until only the black silhouettes of the crooked elms remained. Thomas Ashworth walked the perimeter of the old stone bridge, his boots crunching softly against the gravel path. He was a man of few words, his face a landscape of deep lines carved by wind and duty, his uniform pressed and...

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