The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The ink bled into the vellum. It did not dry. It spread like a bruise, dark and swollen, seeping through the fibers of the skin. Julian held his quill steady. His hand did not shake. He was a scholar. He was precise. He was the Keeper of the Archive, the last of the Order of the Silver Quill. The room was cold. The air smelled of rot and old paper. Outside, the wind screamed against the high...

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