The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The air in the valley of Aethelgard did not smell of rain or earth, but of ozone and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that clung to Elias Thorne’s skin like a second layer of flesh. He was a scholar of the old rites, a man whose mind was a labyrinth of dusty texts and forgotten laws, yet his body was failing him, his hands trembling with a fever that had nothing to do with the cold mist...

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