The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The fog did not rise from the harbor; it poured out of the earth itself, a thick, white slurry that swallowed the cobblestones of Blackthorn’s Landing before the morning bells could ring, erasing the line between the solid ground and the churning, grey water of the estuary, leaving the world suspended in a breathless, suspended silence that felt less like weather and more like a physical weight...

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