The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The train cut through the fog like a scalpel through skin. Margaret Holloway sat in the upper berth, her knees drawn to her chest. The air smelled of wet wool and ozone. Below, the city of Aethelgard rose in tiers of grey stone and gold leaf. It was a place where the laws of physics were merely suggestions, politely ignored by the wealthy. Margaret was a clerk. She filed forms. She did not fly....

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