The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

"It is gone, Mr. Thorne." Silence held the room. The air tasted of wet wool and stale tobacco. Outside, the rain hammered against the single pane of glass, a relentless, industrial drumbeat that blurred the streetlights into smeared halos of amber. Elias Thorne did not look up. He kept his eyes on the small, white card resting on the desk. It was smooth. Cold. It bore no name. No date. Only a...

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