The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The frost lay thick on the cobblestones, a white shroud that muffled the sound of your boots. You walked toward the palace gates with the heavy, rhythmic gait of a man who has long since forgotten the weight of his own body. In your left hand, you held the ledger, its leather cover worn smooth by decades of careful accounting. In your right, you held the branch. It was a single, pale bough of...

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