The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The morning air in Oakhaven hung heavy with the scent of wet earth and the metallic tang of rain that had not yet fallen, a prelude to the departure that Sergeant Elias Thorne had waited for with the quiet, grinding patience of a man who knows that waiting is the only currency he has left to spend on his own life. He stood at the edge of the town square, his uniform pressed and immaculate, a...

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