The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The fog in Oakhaven does not rise; it breathes. You feel it in the joints of your knees, a damp, cold pressure that seeps into the marrow of your bones as you climb the scaffolding of the Pale Bridge. It is the eve of the winter solstice, and the contract with the Guild of Stone and Mortar expires at dawn. If the keystone is not set, your forty-two years of labor, your reputation, and your...

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