The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain hit the asphalt in sheets. It was cold, gray, and relentless. Elias Vance stood at the edge of the ravine. He did not look down. He looked at the wire. The tension was high. His hands shook, but only slightly. He adjusted his glove. Leather creaked. The air smelled of wet iron and ozone. He was a border agent. Or so the files said. In reality, he was a ghost in a uniform. The mission...

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