The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The clay bowl sat in Elias Thorne’s hands, its rim worn smooth by four decades of use, holding a single spoonful of broth that had cooled into a skin of grease. He watched the liquid tremble, not from the wind in the thatched roof, but from the violent shaking of his own fingers, a tremor that had begun three winters ago and now refused to stop. Elara lay on the pallet beside him, her body...

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