The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

"Cross it barefoot, or I have your wife." The King’s voice was dry, like the sound of a bone snapping under a boot. I stood on the quay, the ice storm howling through the elms that lined the riverbank, their branches heavy with white, dead weight. My left hand was gone. It had been severed three days prior, a price paid to the Guild for the repair quota I could not meet. I held the stump in my...

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