The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The sky did not break; it peeled. It happened on a Tuesday in the wet season of 1912, in the iron-clad district of New Albion. The rain had been falling for three days, a grey, industrial sheet that turned the cobblestones into slick mirrors of soot and steam. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the Foundry Bridge, his rifle slung low against his hip, watching the water churning below. He was...

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