The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain on the Pale Bridge did not fall; it slid. You stood on the wet granite, your breath pluming in the cold November air, the damp seeping into the soles of your boots. You were Elias Thorne, thirty-four, a bridge inspector with the Ministry of Static Order, and you had come to certify the structure for the new royal line. The bridge was not merely stone. It breathed. Beneath your feet,...

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