The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The iron screamed, a high, thin shriek that cut through the rhythmic thud of the hammer and the wet, heavy air of the forge, and Elias Vane did not flinch, though his knuckles were white and bleeding as he wrestled the glowing billet into shape, for he had learned in the border wars that fear is a luxury the dead can afford but the living cannot. He was thirty years old, a man whose face was a...

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