The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The ink on the order is still wet. You sign your name with a steady hand, the fountain pen scratching against the heavy cream paper. The office is cold, the radiator clanking a dry, metallic rattle that echoes in the hollow space. Magistrate Halloway stands by the window, his back to you, watching the fog press against the glass like a living thing. "You understand the implications, Elias,"...

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