The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The sky did not fall; it shattered. One moment, Silas Vane stood on the precipice of the Obsidian Ridge, the wind tearing at the grey wool of his tunic, the cold biting into his bones like the teeth of a starving dog. The next, the world folded inward. The air turned to glass, then to dust, then to a silence so profound it had weight. When the noise stopped, he was no longer on the ridge. He...

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