The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The mist does not lift. It thickens. You stand in the throne room of the Hollow Crown, a space that smells of wet stone and old blood. The air is cold. It bites your skin. You are a warrior. Your armor is rusted. Your sword is heavy. You do not move. You wait. The court is silent. Hundreds of faces watch you from the shadows. They are pale. They are still. They are the subjects of the King. The...

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