The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The banquet hall of the old textile mill in Millhaven was a cavern of suspended dust and amber light, where the air hung heavy with the scent of roasted pheasant and the metallic tang of old copper. In the center of this gilded rot, Elias Thorne stood with his hands clasped behind his back, observing the shimmering veil that separated the living from the dead, a membrane so thin it seemed to...

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