The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The train hissed into the station at Blackwater, a groan of steam and rust that smelled of wet wool and old iron, and Elias Thorne stepped down onto the platform with his head bowed low, his hands trembling not from the chill of the November air but from the desperate, gnawing need to keep the vial of mercury tucked inside his woolen coat from rattling against his ribs, a secret weight that...

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