The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The arrow did not sing as it flew, but struck with the dull, wet thud of a heavy stone hitting mud, and Margaret Holloway felt the impact before she saw the shaft protruding from the shoulder of the man who had taught her to read the grain of the world. Kael, her mentor, the stonemason whose hands were as rough and weathered as the very granite of the Pale Bridge, collapsed into the mist-choked...

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