The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

"You will not find it," said the old man. His voice was dry, like leaves skittering over stone. "The bridge is gone. It has always been gone." Elias laughed. It was a short, sharp sound. He did not believe the old man. He did not believe the fog. He did not believe the way the air tasted of copper and old dust. He was a builder. He knew things. He knew how to stack stone. He knew how to mix...

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