The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Act I In the Copper Age, before the world knew the weight of bronze, the air was always heavy with burnt tallow and wet iron. Zoya Romano woke with the taste of rust on her tongue, the same metallic tang that had haunted her dreams for three weeks since her husband, Nikolai, had been crushed by the grinding mill. In the dream, he was a stag, translucent and trembling, his antlers tangled in the...

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