The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The mist did not merely hang over the village of Oakhaven; it possessed the substance of wet wool, pressing against the stone windows of the Rectory until the glass groaned under the weight of the damp. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax and old paper, a smell that had seeped into the very grain of the oak paneling over three centuries of quiet scholarship. Elias Thorne sat at...

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