The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, cold exhalation that turned the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into slick, black mirrors reflecting a sky that had long since forgotten the sun, while Eleanor, whose hands were still stained with the iridescent residue of the last meal she had prepared, stood before the arched doorway of the sanatorium and waited for the man who was...

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