The Pale Bridge
Chapter One Dorothy Tillman remembered the sound the river made when it quit, a sudden, violent silence that swallowed the creak of the peat cutters and the low moan of the wind over the Fens. She stood now in the shadow of the wrong tower, looking back on the days that had hollowed her out, starting with the morning her brother, Thomas, was carried into the darkroom where the light burned a...
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