The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The chisel is cold in your hand, a block of steel that has lost its heat to the November air, and you are holding it with a grip that feels more like a threat than a tool. You are Elias, forty-two years old, and you are trying to cut the final keystone of the Pale Bridge before the winter floods turn the river into a wall of white noise. The stone is granite, grey and dense, and it smells of...

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