The Pale Bridge
Chapter One The valley market of Valdris hummed with the low, constant drone of the power station, a vibration that settled in the teeth of every merchant and customer alike. Grain sacks were stacked high in the shade, hoarded against the famine that gnawed at the guild town’s edges, while the long dusk of high summer stretched the shadows of the mountains across the cobblestones. Estrella...
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