The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

"Elias." The name hung in the air, sharp as a snapped twig. I looked up from the vellum. My hand was shaking. The quill tip hovered over the page, a droplet of blood swaying at the end of the feather. It was the winter solstice. The sun was already low, cutting a red line across the scriptorium floor. I had two hours left to finish the *Codex of Silence*. If I finished it, I would get my...

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