The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain had not ceased for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the capital into a slick, treacherous mirror of the sky above, and I stood on the precipice of the Grand Hall, my boots soaking through with the cold damp that seemed to seep into the very marrow of my bones, watching the last of the courtiers file past the gilded archways with the mechanical...

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