The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended mist that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat, turning the fabric into a heavy, sodden shroud that dragged at his shoulders like a second skin he could not shed. He was walking, or perhaps trudging, through the grey expanse of the moors that bordered the old industrial estates, his boots sinking into mud that smelled of iron and...

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