The Pale Bridge
Chapter One Senga Rattray, forty-two, was a border patrol officer who needed to clear the final sector before his father’s funeral to secure his pension, a fact that weighed on him like the damp in the laundry where the steam ghosts still lingered. The river had been flowing uphill for three days, a violation of nature that the guild masters dismissed as a local anomaly, but I knew it was the...
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