The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The river did not flow so much as it remembered how to move, a slow, muscular pulling of dark water against the banks of the valley. Elias Thorne walked the gravel path that hugged the water’s edge, his boots sinking slightly into the cold mud, leaving prints that the mist immediately swallowed. He was a man of books and bones, a scholar of the old dialects who had spent thirty years listening...

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