The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The parchment was damp, the ink of the royal seal bleeding into the fiber like a wound that would not close, and Elias Thorne held it against the cold stone of the bridge railing as the light of the afternoon sun, thin and pale as parchment itself, struck the surface of the river below. He was forty years old, though the scars on his forearms, white and puckered from a decade of campaigning in...

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