The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The gray wool of the overcoat had become an extension of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s skin. It was a heavy, damp thing, woven with the chill of the Atlantic that rolled in off the harbor every evening, pressing against his shoulders like the hands of ghosts. He had worn it for seven years, through the frost of the Maine winters and the humid, cloying heat of the August storms. To the men of the...

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