The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain fell in sheets of grey iron, hammering the cobblestones of the lower ward. Elias stood at the edge of the stone arch, his boots slick with mud and the red residue of the tannery. He held his ledger close to his chest. It was a slim thing, bound in cracked leather, filled with the precise arithmetic of survival. You must leave, his father had said, the night before the fever took him....

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