The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The dream had no sky. Only the white, pulsing hum of the water. Elias woke with the taste of silt on his tongue, a cold, ancient taste that clung to the back of his throat like a secret. He lay still in the narrow bed, the straw ticking beneath him as the morning light filtered through the stone walls of the cell. It was a light that did not warm. It only revealed the grime, the cracks, the...

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