The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The fog rolled up from the river, swallowing the first row of machiya houses before it reached the granary, a physical wall of damp that pressed against the skin like wet wool. Yamato Kobayashi stood in the center of the Harvest Feast, the ceremonial Pale Bridge trembling in her hands, the ceramic surface cool and slick with condensation. It was a vessel of pale, unglazed clay, shaped like a...

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