The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The steel caliper gripped the gap in the limestone, cold biting into Elias’s palm like a living thing. He held the tool steady, his breath pluming in the air, watching the metal contract against the stone. The Pale Bridge arched over the river, a span of grey rock that seemed to drink the light from the late afternoon sun. Elias was forty-two, a man of measurements and margins, and today he...

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