The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall. It hung. A gray curtain of static air. Wren walked. His boots were wrong. Too stiff. The leather creaked like old bones. He was not a man. Not anymore. He was a shadow with weight. A mistake in the weave of the world. He climbed the hill. The mud sucked at his heels. Cold. Wet. Infinite. The Palace stood above the trees. It was not built of stone. It was built of silence....

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