The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Chapter One She remembered the heat before the pain, a dry, white burn that started in the marrow of her wrists. It was the afternoon the council decided the bridge was a hazard, and Giuseppa Lombardi stood in the square, hands glowing, trying to hold the air together. The crowd did not see a miracle; they saw a witch. Forty-seven of Corvid Lane was where she had grown up, and now the...

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