The Pale Bridge
"You can’t keep doing this, Elias. The village isn’t a charity case for your private experiments." The light in the chapel was thin and yellow, filtering through grime that had accumulated over decades of unpaid maintenance. Elias stood before the altar, his hands trembling so violently that the glass vial in his grip rattled against the stone. He was forty years old, but in the dimness, he...
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