The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a pervasive, damp static that clung to the high windows of the Whitmore estate, blurring the line between the manicured lawns and the encroaching dark. Elias sat in the library, his back straight against the velvet wingback chair, the silence of the house pressing against his eardrums like deep water. On the desk before him lay a single, flat object:...

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