The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The gray wool coat had hung on the hook by the door for thirty years, its fabric thinning in the center back until it became translucent, a ghost of the heavy, charcoal weave it once was, and when Major Elias Thorne finally pulled it from the rack, the air in the small, dimly lit office smelled of dust and old wool, a scent that triggered a violent, immediate tightening in his chest, a physical...

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