The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The bell did not ring so much as it exhaled, a long, shuddering sigh that vibrated through the soles of Thomas’s boots and up into the marrow of his shins. He opened his eyes to find the ceiling of his study, a familiar patch of peeling plaster that had once been white but was now the color of old bone. The dream was gone, or perhaps it had never left, settling into the air like dust. Outside,...

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