The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Honoré Guidry, thirty-two, a rigid gendarme, stood at the feast in his ancestral stone house, his hand trembling as he gripped the heavy iron key to the cellar, while the damp rot of the earth seeped into his joints, signaling the first crack in his iron will. The room smelled of roasted duck and stale sweat, the air thick with the smoke of a dozen candles that burned low against the humidity....

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