The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The ledger on the desk weighed four pounds, a block of leather-bound entries that smelled of damp wool and old ink. Elian counted the lines under the gaslight, his finger tracing the indents left by the quill, while outside the window the fog pressed against the glass like a wet hand. He had been here for three hours, cataloging the river’s "excesses" as the Council demanded, but his mind was...

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