The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The train to Oakhaven cut through the dark like a blade of white fire, slicing the night in two. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the compartment, his coat buttoned to the chin, his eyes fixed on the rhythmic blurring of the pine trees outside. He was forty-five years old, an archivist of modest reputation who had spent the last decade curating the history of a university that was now deciding...

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