The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Chapter One "You have three minutes before the ink sets, Scribe." The High Inquisitor’s voice was dry, like the sound of a well rope slipping over a wooden roller. Mehdi Naderi, thirty-two, stood in the shadow of the piano nobile, the shutters closed against the high summer dusk. He held the quill, his hand steady despite the tremor in his knee. The decree lay on the desk, a sheet of parchment...

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