The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The feast was a riot of gold leaf and rot, a spectacle that seemed to defy the very gravity holding the stone hall together. You sat at the far end of the long oak table, your hands resting on the rough grain, feeling the vibration of the lutes and the low, thrumming bass of the drums that kept time with the beating hearts of the lords and ladies. The air was thick with the scent of roasted...

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