The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Elias. The name was not a greeting but a summons, sharp and cold, cutting through the humid air of the Ministry’s intake queue. Elias Thorne turned, his hands still trembling from the vial he clutched in his left pocket. The smell of the waiting room hit him first: stale coffee, floor wax, and the faint, metallic tang of anxiety that clung to the citizens of Oria. He adjusted his collar, the...

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