The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The ink was dry before the first scratch of the quill had faded from the parchment, a fact that troubled Elias Thorne more than the bruised, perpetual twilight that hung over Aethelgard. He had counted the stitches on the map of the lower districts, forty-two rows of needle-worked lines representing the suspension cables that held the floating city in the void, and he knew that the count was...

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