The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The fog does not rise. It waits. It sits in the valley like a held breath, thick and grey, swallowing the stones of the old keep until only the topmost tower remains, a pale finger pointing at a sky that has forgotten how to be blue. You stand at the edge of the bridge. It is not made of wood or stone. It is made of silence. You are the Keeper. This is the title they gave you, though it tastes...

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