The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The feast was a riot of noise and smoke, the kind that settles in the lungs and stays there long after the air has cleared. We were crowded into the great hall of the Abbey, a structure that had outlived kings and plagues but was slowly being swallowed by the damp of the northern winter. Torches flickered against walls of rough-hewn stone, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to stretch...

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