The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The fire did not start with a spark. It began with a taste. Elara sat at the head of the long oak table in the Great Hall, the wood polished to a mirror sheen by centuries of hands. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of beeswax and old dust, but beneath it lay something else. A metallic sweetness. The taste of blood. The taste of the elixir. It was the Feast of the Veil. Once every fifty...

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