The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The iron of the blade bit deep into the shoulder of the man who wore the silver mask, and the sound it made was not the wet tearing of flesh but a sharp, metallic shriek that echoed off the high, vaulted ceilings of the Great Hall, where the air hung thick and heavy with the scent of burning tallow and the cloying, sweet rot of the autumn harvest that had been left too long in the bins. Captain...

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