The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The banquet hall of the city of Oren smelled of roasted lamb and wet stone, a heavy, cloying scent that clung to the velvet of Elara’s dress. She stood by the table, her left hand tucked deep into the folds of her skirt, the glove stiff and tight against the skin that had begun to change. The High Council sat at the head of the room, their faces impassive masks of judgment, while below them,...

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