The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The road to the palace was not a road at all, but a scar of grey gravel torn through the heather. You walked it barefoot, the stones cold against your soles, feeling each pebble like a distinct accusation. You were not going to ask for a pardon. You were not going to beg for mercy. You were going to offer a gift, though you did not yet know what it was. The wind here did not blow; it pressed...

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