The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The chisel snapped against the granite, sending a shard of steel skittering into the mist. I did not flinch. I simply watched the fragment vanish into the grey, a tiny death in a world already drowning. The stone before me was not inert; it breathed, a slow, rhythmic heave that shook the dust from my shoulders. I am Elias, forty-two, and the keeper of the Pale Bridge in Oakhaven. My duty was...

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