The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of gray mist that smelled of wet stone and old iron, trapping the two men inside the vast, echoing belly of the decommissioned railway engine. They were not supposed to be there. The station had been closed for thirty years, its tracks swallowed by the creeping ivy of the Appalachian foothills, yet here they stood, or...

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