The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The mist clung to the valley floor like a wet woolen shroud, thick and suffocating, turning the ancient stone of the Pale Bridge into a ghostly smear against the gray sky. Elias, twelve years old and no taller than the knee of the eldest elder, stood before the council table, his knuckles white as he gripped the rough wood, his voice trembling not from fear but from a rage that felt too large...

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