The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

"You're late," said Elias. I didn't answer. I looked at my hands. They were shaking. Not from the cold. The air here was thick, warm, and smelled of ozone and wet iron. I looked at the clock on the wall. It had no hands. Just a blank white face. "I know," I said. My voice sounded thin. "I know I'm late." Elias sat in the corner. He was old. Older than I had ever seen him. His hair was white,...

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