The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Elias, the warden, you stand like a dog on a bone that is slowly turning to dust. The voice came from the magistrate’s carriage, a sharp bark that cut through the low, humming silence of the valley of Oren, and I turned my head slowly because the motion sent a dull, grinding ache through the left side of my chest, a pain I had learned to map like a topographic chart of my own failing heart. I...

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