The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old stone, a scent that had settled into the marrow of the walls over centuries, indifferent to the faces that passed through its arches. You sat at the head of the long oak table, your uniform crisp, the brass buttons catching the flicker of a thousand tallow candles that burned with a strange, silent violet flame. The air was thick, viscous,...

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