The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Halloway’s voice cut through the static like a wire snipping a branch. "Thorne, you are holding the line. Do not let them cross." Elias Thorne stood on the center span of the Pale Bridge, the wind tearing at his coat. He was forty years old, but the light here was wrong. It hung in the air, thick and yellow, like old syrup. The bridge was a single arch of white stone, spanning a chasm that did...

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