The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The blueprints are in the vault. Elias Vane stood in the rotunda of the Vane manor, the air thick with the scent of wet iron and old rot. He was thirty years old, a displaced architect with hands stained by chalk and coal dust, facing his uncle, the local magistrate, who sat behind a desk cluttered with requisition forms. The stone walls wept. Condensation traced slow, dark lines down the...

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