The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The air in the High Hall tasted of copper and old honey, a thick, cloying sweetness that coated the back of my throat. I stood by the window, watching the rain lash against the stained glass, turning the saints into blurred, bleeding shapes of color. Inside, the silence was heavy, pressed down by the weight of a hundred pairs of eyes. I am Elias. For three centuries, I have served the King,...

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