The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The chisel bit into the keystone with a sound like a bone snapping under a heavy boot. I was already bleeding from the knuckles, the iron handle slick with sweat and the wet chalk dust that coated everything in the Bone Hall. My father’s name was on the ledger, but the ink had faded years ago, washed out by the rain that leaked through the roof of the estate, a house built with the wrong wood,...

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