The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The mist in the valley of Alder Creek did not behave like weather; it behaved like a memory, thick and clinging, refusing to disperse even as the sun climbed high above the treeline. Silas Vane stood at the edge of the river, his boots sinking into the silt, watching the water churn with a strange, rhythmic pulse that had no source in the current. He was a border warden, a man whose life was...

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