The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The mist did not rise from the river; it exhaled from the water itself, a pale, viscous breath that hung in the air like a suspended judgment. Elias Thorne stood on the muddy bank, his boots sinking into the silt, and watched the fog coalesce into a distinct, shimmering path over the current. It was a bridge of white vapor, visible only to him, stretching from the rocky outcrop where he stood...

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