The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The bell above the door of the Guildhall did not ring so much as it exhaled, a long, bronze sigh that settled over the cobblestones of the market square like a heavy, damp shroud. It was a sound that Elias Thorne had known for forty years, a sound that marked the boundaries of his life as clearly as the lines on a weathered map. He was a maker of bridges, or rather, the man who held the ledger...

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