The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The feast was loud. It was wet. It smelled of roasted boar and stale wine. I sat at the high table. The King’s right hand. My armor was cold. The metal bit into my skin. I did not move. I ate. The meat was tough. I chewed. I swallowed. It tasted of iron. It tasted of dust. Lord Aldric sat across from me. He was fat. His face was red. He laughed. His laugh was deep. It shook his chest. He raised...

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