The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The damp in the High Palace archives did not smell of rot, but of time, a thick, mineral scent that coated the tongue and settled in the lungs. Elias Thorne sat alone in the lower vault, the only light a single tallow candle sputtering against the gloom. He was forty-five, a court scribe of twenty years, and his hands, usually steady enough to trace the finest serifs, now trembled with a palsy...

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