The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Chapter One Mirsada Georgiev, a man whose hands were stained permanently with the tannery’s black lye, stood alone on the pale bridge at the edge of the Rift Valley, clutching a silver brooch that burned against his palm with a cold, persistent light. The sun, breaking after nine days of rain, struck the wet stone with a physical weight, drying the mist that clung to the pine land gone to...

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