The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The crack in the porcelain arch ran like a hairline fracture through a glacier, a jagged white line that Elias Thorne had been staring at for three hours without blinking. He sat in the study, a room that smelled of dust and old paper, holding the miniature bridge under the harsh beam of a desk lamp. His hands, once steady enough to calculate load-bearing tolerances for skyscrapers, now...

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