The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the air into something thick and wet, and in the middle of all that dampness, standing by the window of the small, cluttered office on the fourth floor of the departmental building, was Arthur Penhaligon, a man whose face had begun to look less like a person and more like a piece of...

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