The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The chandeliers of the Grand Hall hummed with a low, electric vibration that seemed to synchronize with the pulse in Elias Thorne’s temples. He stood near the periphery of the gala, a thirty-four-year-old structural engineer whose hands were stained with the ghost of graphite, clutching a porcelain compass inherited from his father. The object was cracked down the center, a hairline fracture...

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