The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The gash on the boy’s forearm was a jagged line of red, and my hands shook as I tied the linen strip around his wrist. The boy screamed, a high, thin sound that cut through the heavy air of the manor kitchen. Lord Vane stood in the doorway, his face a mask of cold stone, his eyes fixed on the blood soaking through the white cloth. I did not look up. I could not. The debt of my father’s clinic...

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