The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain fell not as water but as a fine, grey dust, settling on the cobblestones of the bridge with the weight of centuries. Aldous stood at the center of the span, his hands resting on the stone railing, feeling the vibration of the city below. He was the Keeper of the Threshold, a title that had grown heavy over the decades, worn smooth by the friction of duty. The bridge itself was not...

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