The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The hall of the High Court smelled of roasting boar and wet wool, a thick, cloying scent that seemed to coat the tongue. It was a feast for the Crown, and the air was heavy with the murmur of hundreds who had come to watch the judgment of the strange boy, Wren. He sat at the center of the floor, not on a stool, but on the bare stone, his hands folded in his lap. He was no larger than ten years...

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