The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain struck the leaded glass of the Ministry’s west wing with a rhythmic, metallic persistence that Elias Thorne found soothing, provided one ignored the water seeping through the cracks in the sealant. He sat at his desk, a narrow strip of mahogany scarred by decades of ink stains and cigarette burns, and watched the clock on the wall. It was 4:15 PM. In fifteen minutes, Director Halloway...

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