The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain against the windowpane of the study was not merely weather; it was a liquid archive, a slow, grey deluge that washed the dust from the glass and, by extension, from the eyes of the man sitting before the desk. Dr. Elias Thorne did not look up as the door creaked open, for the sound was indistinguishable from the creak of his own joints, a symphony of decay that had become the...

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