The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the line between the world of men and the world that waited just beyond the sight. I stood on the threshold of the Old Customs House, my hand resting on the hilt of a sword that felt less like metal and more like a bone of my own making, heavy and cold with the weight of years I could not name. The stone beneath...

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