The Faded Quadrant
The collapse of the Old Mill Bridge did not happen with a roar, but with a long, wet groan, as if the timber itself had simply forgotten how to hold weight. Elias Vance watched from the far bank, his shoes sinking into the mud, as the structure that had spanned the River Avel for two centuries disintegrated into the black water. There was no panic, only a strange, vibrating silence that hummed...
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