The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The feast of the Harvest Moon had not yet ended when the first wing of the Great Heron snapped against the ceiling of the Great Hall, a sound like a dry bone breaking under the weight of centuries. It was a creature of impossible size, its plumage the color of old parchment and ash, hanging suspended in the center of the room by invisible threads, its eye a clouded, milky sphere that reflected...

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