The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The stone did not breathe, but it remembered. This was the first thing Silas Thorne understood, standing in the mud of the Weald, where the rain fell like a punishment from a sky that had forgotten how to be blue. He was a man of the Crown, a keeper of order in a land that had slipped its leashes, and he carried the weight of his commission in the hollow of his chest, a heavy, iron thing that...

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