The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the cobblestones of the village square with the tenacity of a bruise refusing to fade, and within that damp, clinging silence, Sergeant Elias Thorne stood holding the iron key, his knuckles white against the cold metal, feeling the weight of the thing not in his hand but in the hollow space behind his sternum where...

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