The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey mist that soaked into the wool of the coats and the very stones of the cobbled streets of Harrowgate, a town that seemed to exist in a perpetual state of damp twilight where the sun was merely a rumor and the shadows stretched long and thin like taffy pulled by an invisible, patient hand. Arthur Penhaligon walked with the...

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