The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The hall smelled of roasted duck and old money. Mara stood by the window. The glass was cold against her cheek. Outside, the rain fell in thin, silver sheets. It washed the city streets clean. It washed the grime off the cobblestones. It washed the world down to its bare, gray bones. Inside, the air was thick. It hung heavy with perfume and judgment. The Grand Audit was in session. Not a trial....

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