The Pale Bridge
The train did not stop at the station, which was a place that no longer existed on any map, but rather it slid through the town of Oakhaven like a ghost passing through a wall, and Gerald stood on the platform with his hands gripping the railing so tightly that his knuckles turned the color of old bone, watching the windows blur past in a smear of gray and green. He had been sent there to...
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