The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The nightmare was always the same: a bridge of bone-white stone spanning a chasm so deep the bottom was lost in a fog that smelled of ozone and old paper. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of rust in his mouth, the sterile hum of the Ministry of Internal Affairs office vibrating in his teeth. It was 6:00 AM, and the fluorescent lights had just flickered on, casting a flat, unflattering pallor...

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