The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The steel hummed. It was not the low, structural groan of a load-bearing truss under wind shear, but a sharp, high-pitched whine that vibrated in Elias Thorne’s teeth. He stood alone on the catwalk of the Pale Bridge, the October fog pressing against his chest like a wet wool blanket. Below, the river churned, black and indifferent. Elias was thirty-two, his hands roughened by years of climbing...

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