The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The fever broke with a shudder that rattled my teeth, and I found Elara’s face hovering over me, her eyes wide and unblinking, holding a bowl of black broth so thick it seemed to absorb the dim light of our room. I was thirty-four years old, a constable of Oakhaven for twelve years, and I had just woken to the sound of the executioner’s hammer striking the block in the square below, a sound...

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