The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The dream was always the same: a bridge of pale stone, slick with black water, stretching over a chasm that breathed. Elias Thorne woke with a gasp, the taste of chalk in his mouth, his hands trembling as they closed around the small, feverish body of his daughter, Lily. She was seven, her skin burning against his palms, her breath a shallow rattle in the cold air of the cottage. Outside, the...

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