The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The fluorescent light in the station office buzzed with a frequency that seemed to drill directly into Elias Thorne’s skull, a low, persistent hum that matched the throbbing in his left hand. He sat alone, the door locked, staring at the swollen knuckles that had turned a translucent, waxy pale, a color that had nothing to do with the cold air conditioning and everything to do with the poison...

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