The Pale Bridge
The order lay on the wet stone of the bridge deck, a single sheet of heavy, cream-colored paper that Elias Thorne had been holding for three days. It was a commendation, signed by the Commissioner, promising the rank of First Sergeant effective immediately upon the successful apprehension of any fleeing subject. Elias, forty years old and wearing a uniform that fit him like a second skin of...
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