The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The frost on the workshop window is a lattice of white cracks, and through it, the spire of the Governor’s Palace looms like a broken tooth against the gray sky. You are Elias Thorne, and your hands are shaking, a tremor that has nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with the Singing Brass sitting on your workbench, humming a low, subsonic note that vibrates in your molars. It is...

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