The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the valley into a soup of grey silt and rotting oak, and I stood at the edge of the Pale Bridge with my theodolite trembling in my hands, waiting for Thomas to look away from the water. "The survey is behind schedule, Thomas," I said, my voice thin against the howling wind, "and if we do not finish the northern abutment by Friday, the winter...

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