The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The dream always began with the chasm. It was a void of black, still water, spanning a width that defied measurement, and above it stretched the pale bridge. The stone was white, almost translucent, and it did not waver in the wind. Elias Thorne stood at the edge, fifty-two years old, his hands trembling not from cold but from the weight of what he carried. In the waking world, he was a senior...

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