The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The train arrived in Grey Harbor with a shudder, exhaling a cloud of steam that smelled of iron and wet wool. Elias Thorne stepped onto the platform, his coat collar turned up against the biting November wind. He carried a single leather bag. It was heavy. Not with money or papers, but with weight. A kind of gravitational pull that seemed to anchor him to the cobblestones. He had not slept in...

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