The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The fog did not roll into the valley of Ashenmoor so much as it congealed there, a thick, grey miasma that smelled of wet rot and old iron, swallowing the foot of the Pale Bridge with a silence that was louder than any scream. Elias, twelve years old and no more than a shadow of a man, watched from the high bank as the stone arch groaned, a low tectonic shudder that vibrated through the soles...

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