The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The chalice shattered. Not with a bang. With a sigh. Glass dust motes hung in the air. They floated like snow. They settled on the table. They settled on Eleanor’s hands. She did not blink. The room was large. The walls were high. Stone. Cold. Ancient. This was the Hall of Tides. The Court watched. They held their breath. The air was thick. It smelled of salt. It smelled of rot. It smelled of...

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