The Pale Bridge
"The order is to leave him in the care of the local constabulary, Elias. Do not mistake your sentiment for jurisdiction." Colonel Vance’s voice was dry as the linoleum beneath his desk, a sound that seemed to strip the moisture from the air in the briefing room, where the fluorescent lights hummed with a frequency that made Elias’s teeth ache. Elias Thorne stood with his hands clasped behind...
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