The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The vial was cold in Elias’s palm, a small cylinder of glass that felt less like a container and more like a frozen vein. He stood before the Pale Bridge, the structure groaning under the weight of the morning fog that clung to the valley floor like wet wool. The wood was black with age, slick with a moisture that did not smell of rain but of old, dried blood. Elias was a physician, a man who...

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