The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The water tastes like iron and old pennies, a metallic tang that coats your tongue and refuses to be swallowed, and you stand at the edge of the riverbank where the grass grows thick and black, whispering secrets to the mud. You are here to build, or rather, to repair, for the bridge of white stone that spans the chasm between the living shore and the pale, mist-shrouded isle is crumbling, its...

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