The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The bowl was blue. Not the blue of the sky. Not the blue of the sea. A bruise. A deep, swollen, purple-blue that pulsed like a living thing in the dim light of the High Court. It sat on the table. It waited. Elias sat opposite. He wore his armor. It was heavy. Iron. Rust. The weight of his duties. The weight of his sins. He did not look at the bowl. He looked at the door. He was a soldier. He...

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