The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey sheet that blurred the boundaries between the world and the windowpane, turning the village of Oakhaven into a watercolor left out in the drizzle. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the platform, his fingers white-knuckled around the strap of his leather satchel, watching the steam from the locomotive curl around the iron pillars like a...

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