The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The dream began not with an image but with a sensation, a heavy, cold weight settling onto the left shoulder of Elias Thorne as he lay in the narrow cot of his cell, the mattress springing with a dull, metallic complaint that seemed to echo the grinding of gears somewhere far above him in the dark. It was a weight he had carried for thirty years, a physical manifestation of the secret he had...

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