The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The ink began to bleed from the pages of the codex before Arthur realized his hands were shaking. It was not water, nor sweat, but a dark, viscous fluid that seeped through the vellum like a wound refusing to close. He sat in the high-backed chair of the library, the air thick with the scent of dust and old paper, while the words he had spent thirty years deciphering rearranged themselves into...

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