The Pale Bridge
I have always known that I would not leave the estate before the ivy reached the top of the bell tower, though I could not say why this deadline felt etched into my bone. I am a clerk of minor consequence in the House of Vane, a sprawling and ancient institution that sits on the edge of a valley so deep the mist never fully lifts. My duties are tedious, involving the cataloging of ledgers from...
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