The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The parchment was wet, the ink of the magistrate’s seal bleeding into the fiber like a fresh wound. I held it up to the dying light of the pass, my thumb pressing against the wax to keep the edges from fraying. It was a writ of passage, stamped with the grey lion of the Crown, granting me, Elias Vane, border guard of the Third Watch, permission to cross the Pale Bridge at dusk. The paper was...

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