The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the moors outside the glass into a gray, breathing entity that pressed its face against the windows of the Whitmore estate. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper, a stillness that felt less like peace and more like held breath. Thomas stood by the hearth, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not tasted...

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