The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The air in the Hall of Whispers did not smell of dust or old parchment, as one might expect in a place forgotten by the sun, but rather of crushed mint, warm yeast, and the sharp, metallic tang of iodine, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a memory one could not quite expel. I stood in the center of the circular chamber, my boots pressing into the cold flagstones, and I watched...

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