The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The ledger lay open on the oak table, its pages stained with the rust-brown residue of dried tinctures, and Elias Thorne traced the entry for the night shift with a trembling finger. The ink was still wet. Silas was breathing in the room behind the curtain, a wet, rattling sound that seemed to pull the air out of the walls. Elias had spent thirty years learning the craft of preservation, of...

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