The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The air in the Guild Hall of Oakhaven smelled of beeswax, old parchment, and the distinct, metallic tang of ambition. It was a smell that stuck to the back of the throat, a residue of power that could not be washed away with water alone. Elias Thorne stood at the head of the long oak table, his hands folded neatly over his waistcoat, though his fingers twitched with a nervous energy that he had...

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