The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The willow branches of the Pale Bridge exhaled a faint, sulfurous mist as Elias Thorne pressed his palm against the bark, feeling the slow, rhythmic thud of a heartbeat that did not belong to him. He was forty-two, a man whose spine had curved under the weight of twenty years of municipal inspection, and he needed this bridge to be dead. If the structure were inert, if it were merely wood and...

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