The Pale Bridge

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2026-08-18 03:36:56 -

The Pale Bridge

The collapse began not with a roar, but with a sigh. A low, tectonic groan that vibrated through the limestone floor of the Hall of Echoes. Margaret stood still, her hands resting on the cold railing of the upper balcony. Below her, the grand staircase, a spiral of ancient stone, shuddered. Dust rained down like gray snow. The air smelled of ozone and wet earth. She had come to the palace to...

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