The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The wool cloak was heavy, woven from the sheared flanks of mountain goats and dyed with a dye that did not fade, a deep, arterial red that seemed to pulse against the gray mist of the valley. Sergeant Elias Thorne held it in his hands, the fabric warm from his own body heat, a tangible proof of his existence in a world that had begun to feel like a dream from which he could not wake. He stood...

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