The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of grey mist that blurred the edges of the Ashworth estate into a watercolor smear. Inside the high-ceilinged library, the silence was heavy, textured with the scent of old paper and damp wool. Elara stood by the window, her back to the room, holding a small, flat object in her palms. It was a fragment of parchment, no...

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