The Pale Bridge
The crystal chandeliers of the Pale Bridge Authority’s centennial banquet hung like frozen storms, casting a cold, fractured light over the three hundred officers and dignitaries who had gathered to celebrate a century of unbroken vigilance. I stood near the head table, my uniform pressed to a sharpness that felt less like dignity and more like armor, waiting for the toast that would announce...
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