The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain hammered against the tin roof of the St. Jude’s Asylum, a sound like static tearing through the air. I stood in the courtyard, my fingers white-knuckled around the ledger of unpaid debts, the paper slick and useless in my grip. I needed to secure the charter before the city council voted to demolish this place for a highway, but the opposing force was immediate and personal. Marcus...

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