The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The pen hovered, a slender black needle poised over the parchment, trembling not from age but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence in the room. Elias Thorne, fifty-two, sat in the center of the library, his fingers white-knuckled around the handle, while the walls of the manor pressed inward, a slow, tectonic contraction that turned the air thick and stale. He was waiting for the...

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