The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the mud outside the tavern door was thick enough to swallow a boot whole. You stood in the corner, your back against the damp stone wall, feeling the cold seep through your coat and settle into your bones. In your left pocket, the beetle hummed. It was a low, persistent vibration, like a tuning fork struck against the edge of a table, and it had...

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