The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The blood was warm. It ran down Elias Thorne’s wrist, mixing with the rain that hammered the cobblestones of the square. He did not flinch. He held his ground. The crowd pressed in, a sea of faces twisted in a mixture of rage and awe. They saw a monster. They saw a beast who had strangled the mayor’s son in the street, who had left the body cold and stiff in the mud. They did not see the man...

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