The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The mist in the valley of Harrowgate did not behave like weather; it behaved like a living thing, thick and gray, pressing against the windowpanes of the stone tower with a persistent, damp insistence. Elias Thorne, a cartographer of thirty-four years who had spent the last decade mapping the dead ends of the county, stood at his drafting table, his hand trembling slightly as he held the silver...

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