The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The letter lay on the oak desk, its edges curling in the dry heat of the office, the ink still wet and black as a bruise. It was a summons, not a command, but the distinction was lost in the silence of the room. I read it twice, the words blurring under the strain of my eyes, which had grown accustomed to the glare of the gas lamps and the soot of Oakhaven. The document listed my crimes:...

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