The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The ink was still wet when Silas looked at me, his face a mask of polite confusion. "You have drawn the far bank, Elias," he said, his voice level and dry. "There is no far bank. You know this." I stared at the parchment, where the charcoal lines bled into the grain, forming a shape that did not exist in the physical world of Oren Valley. The bridge was there, a pale arch spanning the mist, but...

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