The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The mud is thick. It chews at your boots. You feel the weight of the shield in your left hand, a slab of oak and iron, slick with rain and something else. Something darker. The air tastes of iron and old blood. You are not a soldier of the Crown. You are a warden of the Threshold. You hold the line where the mist meets the stone. The gate is open. It should be closed. The iron bars are twisted,...

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