The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The fog in the city of Oakhaven did not merely obscure; it devoured. It rolled in from the harbor, thick as wool and grey as old ash, swallowing the gas lamps one by one until the street was a corridor of absolute void. I walked through it with the mechanical precision of a man who had forgotten how to tremble, my boots striking the cobblestones with a rhythmic, hollow thud that seemed to echo...

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