The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The left hand of Elias Thorne did not belong to him anymore, or at least, it did not belong to the body that had once been his, for in the quiet, damp hours of the early morning, the fingers had grown long and pale as birch bark, curling around the iron bedframe with a strength that defied the frailty of his wrist, and he could feel the vibration of the house itself, the slow, rhythmic thumping...

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