The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The ink was still wet on the warrant. Marcus held the paper flat against his palm. The fibers were rough. The signature at the bottom was jagged. It belonged to the Magistrate. The command was clear. Detain the elder. The crime was sedition. The evidence was a whisper. The whisper was a lie. The town of Oakhaven sat under a sky of bruised purple. Rain slicked the cobblestones. The air smelled...

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