The Pale Bridge
The seal was cold in my hand, heavier than the iron plate I had carried through the mud of the border wars, and I looked at the squire who stood at the base of the Pale Bridge with a face as blank as a freshly plastered wall. "The King’s command is absolute," I said, my voice sounding thin and wet in the damp air, "and I will not turn back." Kael did not blink. He held a scroll tightly against...
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