The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The dream was always the same, a bridge of pale stone spanning a chasm of mist where the air tasted of rotting lilies and the face of his mother, Margaret, was carved into the archway with such terrifying precision that Elias could see the individual pores of her skin, the slight asymmetry of her brow, the way her eyes seemed to follow him not with love but with a hungry, vacant anticipation....

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