The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Act I My hands were already blue when I reached for the mortar, the cold seeping up from the wet stone of the Pale Bridge like a rising tide. I am Guomin Wang, and I was thirty-four years old, a border guard in the mist-shrouded city of Luan, but on that morning I was only a man trying to hold a piece of history together with his bare fingers. The bridge was crumbling, its arches soft as...

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