The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The wind off the chasm did not blow; it pressed, a cold, wet hand against Elias Thorne’s cheek as he stood alone on the Pale Bridge. He was forty years old, his knees stiff from twenty years of standing guard on this impossible span of white bone that connected the town of Oakhaven to the rival settlement of Griston. He wanted his pension, a modest sum that would allow him to buy a small plot...

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