The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The mist did not roll in from the sea, as the old maps suggested, but seeped up from the cracked pavement of the industrial district, a thick, grey slurry that tasted of rust and wet ash. Elias Thorne stood on the rusted iron footbridge that spanned the dry canal, his breath visible in the chill November air. He was not here to enjoy the view. The view was a ruin of brick and skeletal steel, a...

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