The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The smell of burnt toast was not merely an olfactory signal but a physical presence, a thick, acrid fog that settled in the lungs of Marcus Thorne and refused to be exhaled. It clung to the back of his throat, a gritty residue that tasted of carbon and old copper, a sensation he had grown so accustomed to over the last three years that he could no longer distinguish the scent of the city from...

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