The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

You hold the brass calipers, their tips cold against the stone, and the metal feels like a dead thing in your grip. The light is gray and thin, slicing through the fog that clings to the river below Oakhaven. It is Friday, the 14th of November, 1904, and the sun has not yet cleared the smokestacks of the ironworks. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and you are about to sign a document...

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