The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The feast was loud. It was loud and it was red. The tables stretched from the stone floor to the high, vaulted ceiling. The air smelled of roasted lamb and old wood. It smelled of sweat. It smelled of fear. Willa stood at the edge. She wore a dress of grey wool. It was thin. It was cold. The firelight caught her face. It made her eyes look like holes in the dark. She held a cup. The cup was...

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