The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain had not stopped in three days, a persistent, cold drumming against the high, narrow windows of the stone keep that seemed to blur the line between the interior of the room and the grey void outside. Elias sat in the corner, his back pressed against the rough-hewn wall, his hands resting on his knees. He was an old man, though his face held a strange, timeless quality, as if time had...

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