The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The ice had not yet set in the river, but the air in the city of Oakhaven tasted of it, a sharp, metallic bite that settled in the lungs. Elias Vane stood on the observation deck of the Meridian Bridge, his breath pluming in the gray twilight. He was forty-five, a man carved from the same hard, unyielding stone as the pylon he was inspecting. On his hands, he wore his father’s leather gloves....

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