The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Chapter One Vernon Pell wiped the condensation from the headset with his sleeve, the cloth stiff with old sweat. The line crackled, a static hiss that tasted of copper and wet wool. Outside the exchange, the rain hammered the tin roof, a relentless percussion that shook the dust from the ceiling tiles. He checked the clock. 3:14 AM. The light from the hallway lamp was a sickly yellow, cutting...

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