The Pale Bridge
The Pale Bridge was not a structure of stone so much as it was a biological entity, a vast, arched rib of white calcite that spanned the churning black water of the River Ouse, and it breathed. Elias Thorne stood at its center, his boots sinking slightly into the porous surface, and watched the faint, rhythmic pulsation of the mineral dust that coated his hands like ash; this was the source,...
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