The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The bell tolls. Not a sound. A fracture. It splits the air above the stone city. It splits your ribs. You are on the bridge. The Pale Bridge. It stretches over a void that is not dark but white. A blinding, silent white. The water below is milk. It does not ripple. It waits. You are the Keeper. You are the eye that does not blink. The Council sits in the tower behind you. They wear robes of...

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