The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The train screamed into the valley, a long, metallic howl that shook the dust from the rafters of the station. Elias Vane adjusted his cufflinks. They were gold, heavy, cold against his wrist. He held them tight. One of them was cracked. A hairline fracture ran through the metal, invisible to the untrained eye, but Elias felt the split in his blood. It was a flaw. A weakness. He was a man of...

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