The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray sheet that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones of the market square into slick, black mirrors. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood beneath the eaves of the old stone chapel, his uniform soaked through to the skin, the wool heavy and cold against his shoulders. He was not there to pray, nor was he there to rest. He was there...

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