The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The hall burned with tallow and wax. The air was thick. It smelled of roasting boar and stale wine. It smelled of sweat. It smelled of fear. Elara stood in the shadows. She held the bone. It was pale. It was smooth. It was worn. Her fingers knew its shape. She did not look at the King. She looked at her hand. The feast was loud. Cups clinked. Laughter echoed off the stone. It was a hollow...

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