The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The concrete hammer in Elias Thorne’s right hand was not a tool but an extension of his nervous system, a weighted anchor that kept his forty-two-year-old body from dissolving into the screaming resonance of the collapsing bridge. He stood on the central span of the Meridian Crossing, the air thick with the metallic tang of pulverized limestone and the ozone scent of shelling that had reduced...

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