The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The mill town of Oakhaven hummed with a low, metallic vibration. It was a sound that lived in the teeth. It lived in the bones. Elias stood on the bank of the river, his boots sinking into the wet mud. He was ten years old. He was small for his age. His coat was too big. It had belonged to his father. It smelled of coal dust and old tobacco. Across the water, the bridge stretched out. It was...

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