The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall so much as it suspended itself in the air, a heavy, grey curtain that hung over the estate of Blackwood Hall, obscuring the jagged peaks of the mountains that loomed like broken teeth against the bruised sky, and within that damp, silent void, Thomas Ashworth stood before the grand arched window, his hands resting on the cold stone sill, watching the mist devour the world...

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