The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The feast was loud. It was a wet, heavy sound, like rain against stone. The hall smelled of roasting pork and old sweat. Thomas sat in the corner. He was small. He was quiet. He held a cup of mead. The wood was rough under his fingers. It burned cold. Around him, the lords laughed. Their voices were thick. They chewed. They spit. They did not look at Thomas. They looked at the fire. The fire...

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