The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain in Ashworth Manor does not fall; it seeps. It finds the hairline fractures in the plaster and the gaps in the floorboards, carrying with it a substance that is not water. You know it by the smell, a metallic tang like old pennies left in a mouth, and by the color, a pale, bruised violet that defies the light of the gas lamps. You are Elias Thorne, fifty-two years old, and your lungs...

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