The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall. It hung. Elias stood in the mud. The bridge behind him groaned. It was a path of white stone, worn thin by a century of footsteps. It stretched over the black water of the valley. It was the only way out. It was the only way in. He was not tired. He was hollow. "Stop moving," the voice said. It came from the mist. It was not loud. It was sharp. It cut the air like a...

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