The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, viscous curtain of grey water that turned the cobblestones of the Highbridge precinct into a slick, mirroring floor. You stood in the center of the watchroom, the air thick with the scent of wet wool, stale tea, and the metallic tang of the iron stanchions that lined the perimeter. As the Senior Warden, your duty was not to hold the gate,...

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