The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The bell rang. It was the deep, bronze thrum of the ward, a sound that had no beginning and no end, only a persistent vibration in the teeth. Thomas stood by the window. The glass was cold against his forehead. Outside, the mist clung to the cobblestones of the street, erasing the distinction between the road and the sky. Inside, the air smelled of lavender and iron. He was a keeper of the...

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