The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The jar sat on the table. It was blue. It smelled of salt and old pennies. Elias held it. His hands shook. "Look at it," he said. He was a man of questions. He looked for clues in dust. He found answers in silence. He was not a good man. He was a tired man. The house was empty. The walls breathed. "Are you sure?" asked the voice in the mirror. The mirror did not show his face. It showed the...

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