The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The fog did not roll in. It rose. It rose from the mud of the valley floor like a breath held too long, swallowing the world in a grey, silent void. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood on the bank of the river, his rifle heavy in his hands, the wood slick with the damp chill. He was a man carved from the same silence as the air, sharp-featured and still. Behind him, the patrol waited. They were young...

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