The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The steel was screaming again, a low, tectonic moan that vibrated through the soles of my boots and up into the marrow of my shins. I tightened the bolt with a wrench that felt like a dead weight in my hand, my knuckles white, my breath hitching in a chest that felt too small for the air. Below me, the city of Oakhaven sprawled in a haze of industrial smog and grey light, indifferent to the...

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