The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

In the center of the vast, dust-choked hall, Inspector Elias Thorne held a heavy, brass caliper, its jaws clamped around the edge of a gear no larger than a dinner plate. The metal was cold, vibrating with a low, subsonic hum that traveled up through the leather of his gloves and into the bones of his wrist. Behind him, the Ironworks Palace stretched into the gloom, a cathedral of industry...

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