The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The morning mist lay heavy and suffocating over the valley of the River Ouse, a grey shroud that seemed to have been pulled up from the earth itself to smother the memory of what had passed, while Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the old stone bridge, his hands trembling not from the biting cold but from the terrible, hollow silence that had settled into the marrow of his bones, a...

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