The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Nadia Salem’s hands were deep in the ice, the chisel biting into the frozen block as the hammer fell, a sharp crack splitting the silence of the cellar. The cold bit into her knuckles, raw and white, but she did not stop, working the wedge with a rhythm that had become as automatic as breathing. She was thinking of the decree, the royal seal that would bind her son’s future to the crown, a...

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