The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old district into slick, reflective mirrors, and it was in the middle of this downpour that Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before the high, mahogany doors of the City Hall, his shoulders hunched against a cold that seemed to seep directly into his marrow. He was not there to pay a bill or to...

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