The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and old money. I sat at the far end of the table, my spine rigid against the velvet chair, watching Director Vane laugh at a joke I did not hear. He was a small man, neat as a pocket watch, with hands that moved too quickly across the linen. My brother Thomas was in the debtors’ prison in Holloway, three years in for a debt he never owed. I wanted his...

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