The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The dream began with the smell of wet stone and ozone. It was a scent that did not belong to the waking world, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of the throat. In the dream, the town of Oakhaven was not a place of timber and brick, but of bone and frost. The houses stood like bleached ribs against a sky that was neither day nor night, but a perpetual, bruised twilight. Caleb walked...

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