The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The river in Oakhaven did not reflect the sky, but rather held a deep, static blackness that seemed to swallow the light before it could touch the water. It was a quiet morning, the kind that settled heavy on the shoulders of the border guards who patrolled the muddy banks, and Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the garrison, watching the ink-dark current. His hands, once steady enough...

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