The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The iron gates of the Citadel shuddered against their hinges as I drove my sword through the ribs of the thing standing before the High Chancellor. It was not a man, though it wore the shape of one, and it breathed with the wet, rattling sound of a drowning lung. The air in the Grand Hall was thick with the scent of ozone and old blood, a smell that had become the only perfume I knew. I was the...

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