The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The ink on the final page of the letter had long since dried, brittle as autumn leaves, but Elara’s thumb still traced the edge of the paper, a nervous habit born of ten years of waiting. She stood at the precipice of the Pale Bridge, the stone span humming with a low, resonant frequency that vibrated in her teeth. The mist in Oakhaven was thick, carrying the scent of wet earth and old iron,...

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