The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The steam from the boiler hissed. It was a sharp, white sound. Elias cut the valve. The pressure gauge trembled. He looked at the mirror. His face was gray. He was an old man now. The hair on his chin was thin. He wore a coat of heavy wool. It smelled of coal and rain. "Ready?" asked the boy. The boy stood by the door. His name was Julian. He held a lantern. The glass was cracked. Light leaked...

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