The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The ledger is cold in your hands, the leather cover worn smooth by decades of other fingers, and the smell of it is sharp, like the ozone before a storm or the metallic tang of old blood. You stand on the Pale Bridge, the stone beneath your boots humming with a low, subterranean vibration that you feel in your teeth more than you hear with your ears. It is the year 1240, and the city of Oren...

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