The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The Guild Master did not look up from his ledger when I entered. He only turned a page, the sound dry as a snapped twig, and continued to ink his columns. I stood in the doorway, the vial of White Powder heavy in my pocket, a cold weight against my hip that felt less like medicine and more like a stone I had swallowed. "You are late, Elias," he said, his voice flat, stripped of any human...

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