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 curtain of gray water that blurred the edges of the world. Inside the house, the silence was thick, pressing against the windows like a physical weight. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the hallway, his hands gripping the back of his neck. The muscles there were knots of tension, hard as stone, trembling with a fatigue that...

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