The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The Pale Bridge did not merely span the River Ouse; it held its breath. Elias Thorne, a mason of forty years whose hands were mapped with the white scars of lime burns, stood on the northern bank, watching the mist curl around the arches like the tendrils of a dying god. He wanted to finish the repairs before the winter solstice, a deadline etched into his soul as surely as the pension that...

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