The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, suspended mist that clung to the wool of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s coat and seeped into the marrow of his bones, turning the damp stone of the interrogation room into a living, breathing thing that seemed to inhale the silence and exhale the rot of the old year. He sat on the metal chair, which was cold enough to burn through the...

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