The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The parchment was damp, the ink bleeding into the fibers like a bruise that would not fade, and Esther Hutchins knew with a cold certainty that the words she had spent three winters transcribing were already dead in the hands of the men who had come to read them. She sat in the scriptorium, the only soul awake in the Abbey of St. Jude, the silence pressing against her eardrums with the weight...

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