The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The hall burns with a light that is not of this world. It is white. It is sharp. It cuts the air like a blade. You stand at the edge of the floor. Your feet are bare. The stone is cold. It bites your skin. You do not flinch. You are a soldier. You do not feel pain. You only feel duty. The feast is loud. It is a roar. It is a storm of voices and clinking silver. The nobles sit in their...

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