The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

You are the only one left who remembers the weight of the bone. It sits in your right hand, a shard of white ivory no longer than your little finger, polished smooth by years of turning over in the dark. You are standing in the watchtower of the city of Orenthal, high above the cobblestone streets that have not seen a cart in three days. The fog is thick here, a living thing that presses...

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