The Pale Bridge

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2026-08-23 13:37:32 -

The Pale Bridge

The mist in Oakhaven does not drift; it presses. It is a physical weight, a cold hand against the chest, thick enough to choke the light from the sun and turn the world into a gray void. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and I have walked the border of this valley for twenty years. My boots are worn thin at the heel, the leather cracked and dry, mirroring the state of my own soul. I carry...

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