The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The bridge was white. It had always been white, or so the map claimed. Elias stood at the edge of the river, the water black and still as oil. He held a compass. It did not point north. It pointed at him. "Wrong side," said the woman. She sat on a bench that wasn't there, yet her weight pressed into the gravel. Her name was Clara. She had been dead for three days, or perhaps three years. Time...

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