The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall. It hung. A suspended grey curtain. It smelled of wet iron and old blood. Elias stood in the courtyard of the Palace of Echoes. The stone beneath his boots was slick. Cold. He watched the water. It did not touch the ground. It stayed in the air, a solid wall of grey. He was tired. His bones ached with a deep, structural pain. The kind that comes from standing too long in a...

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