The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The letter lay on the cold stone table, the ink still wet and glistening under the dim light of the oil lamp. You read it twice, the words blurring as the chill from the valley floor seeped up through the soles of your boots. Lord Vane’s handwriting was sharp, angular, cutting through the paper like a blade. He forbade the repair of the central arch. He claimed the bridge was cursed, a relic of...

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