The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The chisel bit into the granite, a sharp, brittle sound that echoed off the high, vaulted ceiling of the workshop, and I stopped mid-stroke, my breath held in a tight, white knot in my chest. I looked up from the stone, the dust settling in the slanting afternoon light that cut through the single, high window, and there he was. Julian. Not a ghost, not a spirit, but a reflection in the slab of...

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