The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Thorne. You are late. The magistrate’s voice cuts through the mist like a blade through wet wool, sharp and cold. Elias Thorne stands at the edge of the Black River, his boots caked in the grey mud of the valley floor. He is thirty-four, a border warden for six years, and his hands are stained with the black ink of the ledger he is supposed to be balancing. The bridge ahead, a rotting span of...

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