The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The trowel bit into the wet clay, and Stanislaw Krawczyk felt the familiar ache in his wrist, a dull throb that matched the rhythm of the forge hammer echoing from the hillside. He was mapping the final span of the Pale Bridge, a task that had consumed his nights for three months, his ink-stained fingers trembling as he traced the boundary where the living stone met the mist. The bridge was not...

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