The Pale Bridge
The bell in the keep tower did not ring; it screamed. It was a high, thin sound that tore through the heavy silence of the courtyard, vibrating in the teeth of every soul who stood in the shadow of the gatehouse. Margaret Holloway stood frozen, her hands wrapped tightly around the iron ring of her cloak, the metal biting into her palm. The sky above the castle was not the sky she knew. It was a...
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