The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The house breathes. You feel it in the floorboards. A slow, rhythmic expansion under your boots. The party is loud. Glasses clink. Voices rise and fall like a tide. You stand by the window. Your back is to the room. Your hand rests on the glass. It is cold. You are Captain Elias Thorne. You are here to protect. You are here to find. The target is not a person. It is a word. Etched into the...

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