The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

In the cold, blue light of his bedroom, Elias Thorne held a single, dried leaf in his palm, its veins dark and brittle, feeling the weight of it against his skin as if it were a shard of glass. It had fallen from the stag in his dream again, the pale, translucent beast that bled silver sap instead of blood, a creature that had been haunting the margins of his sleep for three months. He was...

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