The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The count was precise: four hundred and twelve hours since the pendulum last swung, a number Elias Thorne had etched into the margin of his ledger in ink that had long since dried to a brittle brown. He stood in the center of the library at Blackwood Hall, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of old silver, his tools laid out on the desk with the geometric...

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