The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The dream began with the sensation of weightlessness, a suspension in the air that felt less like flight and more like the void before the fall. Elara floated above the cobblestones of the old quarter, her hands outstretched, fingers splayed as if trying to grasp the mist that clung to the eaves of the stone houses. Below her, the city of Oakhaven slept, but it was a sleepless sleep, a holding...

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