The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the precinct’s entrance into a slick, treacherous mirror of the bruised sky, and it was in this damp, claustrophobic twilight that Arthur Vane stood alone in the corner of the interrogation room, his back pressed against the cold steel of the door, his hands folded tightly in his lap as if...

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