The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Chapter One I am writing this from the cold floor of the tithe barn, the smell of wet straw and old grain rising in thick, suffocating waves. It is the day the rain finally broke the levees, turning the rice valley into a brown, churning sea. I need you to know that I held the deed to the estate in my sleeve when the drums started, a heavy iron key in my hand that felt impossibly light, as if...

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