The Pale Bridge
Chapter One "Payment due: 12,000 guilders. Late fee: 4,000. Total: 16,000." The notice smelled of wet ink and stale tobacco, a sharp, chemical bite that cut through the damp air of the attic. Gerrit Terpstra held the paper until his fingers went white, the numbers blurring not from his failing eyes, but from the sheer weight of the debt. He was forty years old, a master weaver in a town that...
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