The Pale Bridge
The dream is always the same: the river beneath the bridge turns to black glass, reflecting a sky that has forgotten how to hold stars. You wake with the taste of iron on your tongue, the sheets soaked in the cold sweat of a thirty-four-year-old man who knows he is running out of time. You are Elias Thorne, a border patrol agent with twelve years of service and a promotion to Chief Inspector...
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