The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The mist had not lifted in three days, a thick, grey wool that choked the valley of Oakhaven and swallowed the sound of the river below. I stood on the muddy bank, my boots sinking into the sludge, holding the leather-bound ledger that had ruined my life. My name is Elias, and I am a magistrate’s clerk, though the title feels like a coat that no longer fits. I wanted to clear my name before the...

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