The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The wind did not howl in the Ironwood; it whispered, a low, continuous hum that vibrated in the teeth and settled deep in the marrow, a sound like the world’s own slow exhalation. Commander Elias Thorne stood at the precipice of the glass cliff, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that was more ritual than weapon, its steel dark and dull, worn smooth by generations of anxious palms. Below...

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