The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The gilded hall of Duke Valerius smelled of roasted swan and old iron, a scent that clung to the velvet drapes like a stain. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the feast, his fingers twitching against the leather satchel at his hip, where his quill lay coiled like a sleeping snake. He was thirty years old, a scribe exiled from the capital for the crime of writing too true, and he wanted only one...

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