The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The banquet hall did not smell of roasted meats or spiced wine, but of ozone and the sharp, metallic tang of wet stone, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a forbidden secret, as if the very air had been distilled from the essence of a storm that had never quite broken, hanging suspended in the amber light of a chandelier that cast no shadows but rather seemed to absorb them into...

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