The Pale Bridge
Chapter One Notice of Assessment: The debt is due. The ink on Ray Blount’s father’s hand pulsed, a dark rhythm matching the thud of his own heart. He sat in the obsidian court of the Pale Bridge, the stone cold and heavy beneath his knees, the air heavy with coal and old salt. Ray was thirty-two, his lungs burning from the glassblower’s trade, and he held a vial of forbidden alchemical solvent...
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