The Pale Bridge
The wind off the river smelled of iron and old paper, a scent that had settled into the stones of Oakhaven Citadel until it seemed to breathe from the walls themselves. You are Elias, thirty-two, a border warden whose duty was to keep the peace between the citadel and the wild, but today your duty is a single, impossible task: cross the Pale Bridge to deliver the final pardon to your brother,...
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