The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The tin mines of Cornwall were bleeding out their last silver veins by the time Ray Cranfield stepped off the train at Blackwood. The town, a sprawl of slate and rust, operated on a clock that had long since stopped; the only motion was the relentless churn of the sea against the harbor walls, a sound that filled the silence of the closed shops. Ray adjusted his coat, feeling the damp cold of...

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