The Golden Crossing
The bridge had been singing a low, metallic note for three days before it finally collapsed into the river, a cascade of twisted steel and shattered concrete that turned the water below into a churning grey foam. Elias Thorne stood on the muddy bank, his shoes sinking into the silt, watching the debris settle. He was a minor functionary in the Department of Structural Integrity, a man whose...
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