The Pale Bridge
The stone is cold, but the air is hot. You are Elias, thirty-two, and your hands are bleeding where they grip the chisel. The Pale Bridge spans the chasm, a rib of white granite that looks less like architecture and more like a bone exposed by a careless digger. You want to repair it before the winter solstice. If you fail, the blight will take Oakhaven. The opposing force is not the stone. It...
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