The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The feast hall smelled of boiled pork and stale beer. It smelled of iron. The air was thick. It hung low. It pressed against the skin. Candles flickered. Shadows danced. They were long. They were thin. They stretched across the stone floor like grasping fingers. Silas sat at the high table. He did not eat. He watched. His hands were still. They rested on the oak. The wood was rough. It bit into...

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