The Faded Chronicle

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2026-08-20 09:19:21 -

The bridge had been there for a hundred years, a span of grey stone and iron that held the two halves of Millhaven together, and it had never once given way, until the morning of the rain. It did not break with a sound; it simply ceased to be, the iron ribs snapping like dry twigs in a sudden gust, sending the central arch plunging into the black, churning water below. There was no scream, only...

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