The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

You wake inside the dream of the palace, a structure that has no walls, only the endless, humming pressure of a high, cold ceiling that stretches into a void of violet starlight. The floor is made of polished obsidian, so smooth and dark it reflects not your face, but the face of the man you were before the border, before the paperwork, before the silence took the music from your throat. You...

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