The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The chisel slipped, spinning off the bone-white surface with a sound like a knuckle cracking. Marianne Vane wiped her forehead with the back of a hand that was stiff with arthritis, the pain radiating up her wrist and into the elbow where the joint had begun to lock three days ago. She stood in the center of the span, the mist thick around her ankles, and looked down at the fracture line that...

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