The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain fell in sheets. It washed the mud from the cobblestones of the old mill town. Elias stood by the window. He watched the water gather in the gutters. He did not blink. His hands were still. They were stained with ink and iron. The scent of the workshop hung in the air. It was sharp. It was cold. He held the book. It was bound in leather. It was black. The pages were thin. They were...

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