The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The dream begins not with light, but with the smell of wet iron and old paper, a scent that has clung to the walls of Blackwood for three centuries. You are standing in the center of the library, the room you have guarded for twelve years, yet the space is wrong; the familiar shelves have receded into a vast, echoing void where the air tastes of copper and rot. The moon is high, a pale disc...

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