The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The champagne in Elias Thorne’s crystal flute had gone warm, a stale sweetness that coated the back of his throat, but he did not drink. He stood near the edge of the banquet hall, a forty-year-old architect whose hands had once drawn the very lines of this city’s skyline, now trembling as they held a brass compass. The device was not a tool of navigation; it was a relic, heavy and warm, its...

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