The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The mercury is not a liquid, it is a memory of the moon that has forgotten how to reflect, and when Dr. Ashworth sneered at my hands, saying they were too soft to hold the volatile weight of the kingdom’s poison, I did not argue, I simply watched the silver pool ripple in the glass beaker he held, a mirror for a face that no longer existed. I am Elara, thirty-two, the daughter of the Royal...

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