The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray veil that turned the borderlands into a watercolor of mud and iron. Elias Thorne stood in the command post of the Pale Bridge, a structure of white stone and ancient steel that spanned the chasm between the two jurisdictions, his fingers resting on the cold surface of the master control key. It was a heavy thing, forged from...

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