The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

"Give me the last of the silver," Elias said. His voice was dry, like leaves scraping across gravel. He did not look up from the workbench. His hands, stained with copper and soot, moved with a mechanical precision that belied the tremor in his shoulders. Mara stood in the doorway of the shop, watching him. The air in the room was thick, heavy with the scent of hot metal and the faint, cloying...

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