The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The bone in my left hand was singing. It was a low, tectonic hum, a vibration that lived in the marrow and rattled the teeth, a sound that only I could hear because the Pale Bridge had touched me. I sat on the edge of my cot in the Guild barracks, holding the limb up to the dim gaslight, watching the knuckles swell and pulse. I had served the Iron Guild for twenty-two years, a decade of which...

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