The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The iron tasted of rust and old blood. Seraphina held the blade with a grip that had forgotten how to tremble, her knuckles white against the dark leather of the hilt. Before her, the man in the velvet coat did not run. He stood in the center of the muddy track, his face a mask of polite indifference, his fingers twitching not for a weapon but for a silk handkerchief. He was one of the Council,...

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