The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The river was not water. It was memory. Thick, grey, and moving with a sluggish, industrial pace that churned up the silt of years. Elias stood at the edge of the wharf. His hands were shaking. They were always shaking now. The tremor had started after the incident in the city, the one the papers refused to print, the one the Commandant tried to bury under layers of red tape and silence. He...

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