The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The ink is wet, Elias, and it is not the color of your blood, so why are you shaking? Kael stood in the doorway of the archive, his boots caked in the grey sludge of the riverbank, holding a small glass vial that caught the dim light of the oil lamps with a sickly, violet gleam. The room smelled of wet wool and the sharp, metallic tang of old paper, a scent that had become the only thing...

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