The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The air in the banquet hall of Vane tasted of roasted lamb and iron. Elias stood at the center of the long oak table, his twelve-year-old hands trembling as he held a glass of cider that had gone warm. Around him, the city’s elite feasted, their laughter echoing off the high, vaulted ceilings, but Elias could only hear the rhythmic, wet sound of his own breathing. He wanted to cross the Pale...

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