The Pale Bridge
You are walking, and you have been walking for a long time. The road is not a road at all, but a ribbon of packed earth that winds through a valley where the air tastes of iron and old rain. You do not know how you got here. You do not know why you are walking. You only know that you are looking for the mark. It is a character, a glyph, a symbol etched into the reality of the world. It is...
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