The Faded Photograph

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Chapter One The toll house on the bridge stood empty, its ledger unopened, while the wind from the upland bog stripped the reeds of their last dry leaves. The Guild of Falconers had closed its books for the winter, and the minor lord’s new tax on passage meant no one crossed the water unless they carried goods worth the silver. In the shadow of the bridge, Teresa Gallardo knelt in the wet peat,...

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