The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The air in the town square tastes of charcoal and cheap wine, a thick, cloying smoke that clings to the back of your throat and masks the dry, grinding ache in your left knee. You are Elias Thorne, forty-five years old, and you are standing in the middle of the harvest festival, watching the dancers spin in their bright skirts while your body tries to fold itself into the ground. You want your...

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