The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Thorne. Silas’s voice cut through the silence of the archive, sharp and thin as a razor blade dragged across vellum. He was standing in the doorway of the central atrium, his face pale under the harsh fluorescent hum of the overhead lamps, his eyes fixed on my hands. I did not look up. My fingers were buried in the spine of the *Pale Bridge* manuscript, the leather cover cold and slick beneath...

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