The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The axe bit into the bone, and the bone did not break. It hummed, a low grinding vibration that traveled up the haft and into the marrow of Elias’s forearms. He was thirty-five years old, a sergeant of the village watch, and he had swung this axe four hundred times in the last hour. The Pale Bridge stretched across the chasm of the river valley, a span of living, ivory-white material that...

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