The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey water that blurred the edges of the world outside the glass. Inside the basement apartment, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool and the metallic tang of old blood, though no one had drawn a drop in years. Elias Thorne sat at the center of the room, his back against the cold brick wall, his eyes fixed on the...

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