The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The train out of London smelled of coal smoke and wet wool, a scent that clung to Arthur Vane’s throat as he stared at the cracked face of the silver pocket watch in his palm. The glass was webbed with hairline fractures, a map of his father’s final, unspoken fury, and the metal hummed against his skin with a vibration that felt less like sound and more like a low, persistent ache in his teeth....

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