The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The dream was always the same: a bridge of pale, bleached bone spanning a chasm of black water, and Elara Vane standing upon it, feeling the calcium beneath her soles turn to dust. She woke in the grey light of her Leeds apartment, the air thick with the smell of coal smoke and damp wool, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. In her hand, clutched as if it were a lifeline, was...

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