The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Elias. The name hangs in the air, thick as the wine they are pouring. "Elias, stand up," the King says. His voice is slurred, heavy with the taste of dark red grapes. "You look pale. Are you ill, Captain?" I stand. My legs feel like lead. The hall is a roar of laughter, the clatter of silver on stone, the scrape of chairs. I am thirty-two. I have served the Crown for twelve years. I have bled...

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