The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The noise was not in the air. It was in the teeth. Elias pressed his forehead against the cold iron railing of the Pale Bridge. The fog rolled in thick from the river, erasing the city skyline, leaving only the gray span stretching before him. He closed his eyes. The hum rose. Low. Dissonant. A chord that felt like a bruise being pressed. "You hear it?" he asked. Director Vane stood three feet...

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