The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The bellows sighed. It was a low, rhythmic exhalation, filling the stone chamber with the scent of damp earth and charred wood. Elias sat on the cold flagstones, his back pressed against the rough masonry. He held the clay pot in his lap. It was warm to the touch, yet the liquid inside remained cold. He had been making this elixir for forty years. The recipe was simple. Three parts honey, one...

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