The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The banquet hall of the Old Guard was a cavern of polished mahogany and stale smoke, where the air hung heavy with the scent of roasted pheasant and the unwashed wool of men who had walked too far. Thomas Bradshaw sat at the far end of the long table, his hands resting flat on the wood, palms pressed against the grain until the pressure turned the skin white. He was a man of the border, a...

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