The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The bread was black before the crust had even cooled, a soft, wet rot that spread from the center outward like a bruise forming under skin. Elara Vane stood in the kitchen of her small cottage on the edge of Oakhaven, staring at the loaf she had baked that very morning, the yeast still alive in its dark veins, and felt the familiar tightening in her chest that was not quite fear but a profound,...

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