The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall. It hovered. A grey, wet mist clung to the cobblestones of the Old Market, turning the air into a thick soup that tasted of iron and old bread. Silas Vane walked through it. He carried a lantern that did not need oil. The flame inside was blue, steady, and cold. It did not flicker. He walked fast. His boots were heavy. They were made of leather from a man who had been...

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