The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

My hands were black with river mud when the Duke’s herald arrived, the smell of wet wool and horse sweat cutting through the scent of damp limestone and rotting timber. I was kneeling on the riverbank, adjusting the tension on the main cable, my fingers raw and bleeding where the hemp had bitten into my skin. The herald, a young man with a pale, anxious face, read from a scroll that smelled of...

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