The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, cold sheet that turned the streets of Oakhaven into a mirror of grey steel, and you counted the hours on the bridge deck by the rhythm of the water dripping from the suspension cables, one, two, three, until the count blurred into a single, relentless thrum. You were Mara, thirty-two, a structural engineer with mud caked into the creases of...

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