The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The incinerator did not hum; it groaned, a low, tectonic vibration that traveled through the concrete floor of the basement and up into the marrow of my shinbones, a physical reminder that the machinery of justice in this city was not a clean, abstract concept but a dirty, grinding, heat-radiating beast that had to be fed, monitored, and kept from chewing through its own wires, and I stood...

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