The Pale Bridge
The letter from Lord Vane lay on the oak desk, the ink still wet and smelling of iron and vinegar. Elias Thorne read the terms of the commission three times, his thumb tracing the line that specified the penalty for failure: forfeiture of all previous wages and a public retraction of his skill. He was thirty years old, a cartographer of modest reputation, and he had spent the last decade...
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