The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The mortar is too dry, Elias. It crumbles in your hand like old ash, and the wind off the valley floor bites at your knuckles, a cold that has nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the fact that you are trying to hold a door shut with your bare fingers. You stand on the crumbling planks of the Pale Bridge, the mist swirling around your boots, thick enough to taste,...

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