The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The dust in the restricted wing did not settle; it hung in the air like a suspended breath, catching the pale light that seeped through the high, barred windows. Elias Thorne, forty years old and hollowed by a sleeplessness that had nothing to do with age, moved between the shelves with the careful precision of a man walking on ice. He was looking for a recipe, not for a meal, but for a life....

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