The Pale Bridge

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2026-08-23 13:01:44 -

The Pale Bridge

The mist in Oram does not rise; it sits, heavy and grey, like wet wool pressed against the skin of the world. You are Elias, forty-two years old, and your hands are stained with the black grime of the river mud and the white dust of crumbling mortar. You stand on the Pale Bridge, the wind tearing at your coat, watching the water below churn with a low, guttural hum that vibrates in your teeth....

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