The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall so much as it invaded, a cold, wet static that erased the boundary between the cobblestones of the old city and the grey sky above, turning the world into a single, trembling membrane of wet stone and water, where the air tasted of iron and forgotten things. In the center of this dissolving reality, Elara Vance stood with her back against the damp brick of a wall that...

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