The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall. It hovered. It hung in the air like a fine mist of gray static. The road ahead was not asphalt. It was a pale, bone-white bridge suspended over a void that breathed. The air smelled of ozone and old pennies. Elias walked. His boots were heavy. They were regulation issue, black leather, scuffed at the toe. They were the only real thing he carried. The rest of him felt...

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