The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain fell in sheets. It washed the town of Oakhaven into a gray smear. The air smelled of wet wool and iron. Margaret Holloway stood at the gate. She wore a black coat. The hem dragged in the mud. She looked back once. Then she walked away. She was a detective. Or so the town claimed. In reality, she was a seeker of secrets. The secrets lived in the walls. They lived in the blood. The war...

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