The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The dream began not with a sound, but with the sensation of weightlessness, a strange buoyancy that lifted Caelum’s bones from the marrow outward, as if the air in the keep had become thick with honey and old smoke. He was standing on the precipice of the Blackwood, that ancient, jagged scar of rock that overlooked the valley of the Iron Court, and in his hands, he held the Ledger of Sins, a...

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