The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The grain ledger was locked in the scriptorium, and the Abbot’s silence was louder than the wind howling against the stone walls of the Abbey of St. Jude, a silence that tasted of rot and old blood, and I knew with a cold certainty that if I did not secure the winter accounts by sundown, my children in the village would starve before the first frost set in. I was Elias, a clerk of thirty years,...

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