The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The chandeliers in the Hall of Service hung low, heavy with crystal that caught the light and threw it back in fractured, blinding shards. I stood by the buffet, my fingers wrapped tightly around a crystal flute, the rim pressing into the skin until it left a white crescent mark. The music was a waltz, mechanical and precise, filling the room with a rhythm that did not match the trembling of my...

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