The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

You can’t certify it until you listen, Halloway said, his voice low and dry as the sawdust that coated the floor of the office, though the room smelled overwhelmingly of stale tobacco and the damp, mineral rot of the river mist that crept in under the door. Elias Thorne did not look up from the ledger; the ink was still wet, the figures for the iron clamps precise and cold, and he knew that if...

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