The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The summons came not as a shout but as a dry scrape of chalk against slate, a sound that cut through the damp air of the Hall of Contracts like a blade through wet wool. Elias, whose knuckles were swollen and raw from the cold, looked up from the ledger he was not yet permitted to keep, and saw Silas standing in the archway, his face a mask of polite indifference. The High Chancellor’s office...

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