The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell upon the grey stone of the Citadel of Oren, a relentless, cold sheet that blurred the line between the sky and the earth. You stood at the threshold of the Grand Hall, your hand resting on the hilt of your sword, the leather grip slick with moisture and sweat. The air here smelled of wet wool, old wax, and the faint, metallic tang of fear. You...

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