The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The quill trembled in Brother Thomas’s grip, the nib scratching against the parchment with a sound like a dry twig snapping underfoot. It was the third hour of the afternoon, the light in the scriptorium slanting low through the stained glass, turning the dust motes into suspended gold, yet Thomas felt a chill that had nothing to do with the drafty stone walls. He was writing the formal charge...

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