The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, gray curtain that smelled of iron and wet stone, binding the castle to the earth below in a grip that felt less like weather and more like a judgment. Margaret stood at the edge of the high terrace, her fingers wrapped around the cold iron railing, watching the mist swallow the valley where the village had once been. There were no...

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