The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The clay bowl was chipped on the rim, a jagged tear where the glaze had failed twenty years ago. Elias counted the minutes since the Mayor’s sneer, twelve in total, each one heavier than the last. He held the bowl against his chest, feeling the grit of the clay through his thin shirt, a texture that felt more real than the silk of the banquet hall. "You speak like a man who has forgotten how to...

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