The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Chapter One Who could possibly bear the weight of a name that no longer fit the mouth that spoke it? Nienke van Doorn sat in the damp, candlelit scriptorium of the polder settlement, the air thick with the metallic tang of iron gall ink and the stale, salt-heavy breath of the fog that had rendered the port useless for three days straight. She was thirty-two, a scribe by trade, though her hands...

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