The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

It was the third time this week he had found the mark, and the third time the magistrate’s clerk had refused to look him in the eye. Silas Vane stood on the old stone bridge, the mist clinging to his coat like wet wool, and stared at the red sigil carved into the pale granite. The ink was still wet. It smelled of iron and old blood, a scent that had haunted his family for three generations. He...

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