The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hovered, a persistent, grey mist that clung to the wool of coats and the hair of dogs, turning the world into a damp, breathing thing. Elias Vane stood on the platform of the station, his suitcase, heavy with the remnants of a life he had already begun to dismantle, resting against his ankle like a loyal dog. He was a man who had crossed an ocean...

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