The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The iron is cold against your skin. You feel it biting into the palm, a dull ache that spreads to the wrist. You hold the blade. You are Sergeant Thomas Bradshaw. You are the law. The law is broken. They call you the Pale Knight. It is a joke. It is a truth. Your face is gray in the dark. Your blood runs thin. You have walked three days through the fog. The mist clings to your boots. It clings...

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