The Golden Crossing

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The bridge was wrong. I knew it before I touched the railing. The iron was warm. Too warm. It hummed against my fingertips. A low, wet vibration. Like a cat purring in a hollow box. I am Elias Thorne. I am an engineer. I built this bridge. Or so I thought. The town of Oakhaven sat in the valley, gray and damp. The mill wheels turned. The smoke rose. The river below was black. It moved slowly....

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