The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The silver pocket watch was heavy in Elias Thorne’s palm, its weight a dull ache against the calluses of his hand. He held it up to the flickering gaslight of the victory feast, the cracked glass face reflecting the sweat on his brow. The hands ticked backward, a soft, rhythmic clicking that sounded like a bone breaking in the dark. Around him, the borderland camp roared with the noise of men...

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