The Pale Circus
The bridge is not safe for you, Mr. Thorne." Elias Thorne did not turn around. He kept his eyes fixed on the pale, slick stones of the Pale Bridge, which spanned the chasm between the town of Oakhaven and the outer moors, and he felt the weight of the iron key in his pocket pressing against his hip bone, a cold, heavy anchor in the shifting mist. He was a soldier, or had been, before the war...
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