The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The river was not water, but a thick, viscous grey sludge that moved with the slow, deliberate malice of a living thing, and Sergeant Elias Thorne was in the middle of it, his boots sucking at the mud, his hands slick with the cold, oily substance that coated the bridge. He was fighting the current, or what passed for it, a physical manifestation of the town’s accumulated grief that had risen...

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