The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The ink was still wet when Lord Vane coughed, a wet, rattling sound that seemed to shake the dust from the rafters. I am Elias, thirty-two, a scribe in the high tower of the Pale Bridge, a stone arch that hums with the voices of the dead. I wanted to transcribe his final testament, to secure my freedom and pay the debt I owed my brother, Thomas. But Vane was dying of a wasting cough, and he had...

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