The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The ink is not drying. You stare at the quill. The tip is black. The parchment is dry. Yet the letters bleed, slow and heavy, like wet clay. You are Eamon. You are forty-two. You have been the scribe of Blackwood House for twenty years. The pension is due at dawn. One page left. The *Codex Aeterna* must be finished before the sun touches the ridge, or the contract is void. The house breathes....

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