The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain fell on the city of Oakhaven like a gray shroud. It did not wash the streets clean. It only made the soot darker. It made the gaslights bleed. Elias Thorne stood on the wet pavement. He watched a woman walk away. She wore a coat the color of dried blood. She did not look back. Elias did not call out. He held his hand tight. In his palm lay the object. It was a small, silver locket. It...

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