The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Elara, you are late. The voice did not come from the air, but from the stone itself, a vibration that rattled the teeth in Elara’s jaw before it coalesced into the shape of Master Thorne’s face, projected in the mist that clung to the underside of the arches. Elara stood on the eastern span, her hands gripping the railing until her knuckles turned white, the iron cold and slick with the morning...

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