The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The hall smelled of roasted meat and old stone. We stood in the center. The air was thick. Smoke curled from the hearth. It hung low. It touched the floor. Mara watched me. Her face was pale. Her eyes were wide. She did not blink. I held the sword. It was heavy. The steel was cold. It bit into my palm. "You look tired, Thomas," she said. Her voice was soft. It cut through the noise. The noise...

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