The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The fog did not roll in; it accumulated, a thick, grey sludge that settled over the town of Oakhaven with the weight of wet wool. Elias Thorne adjusted the brass eyepiece of his theodolite, his fingers numb despite the wool gloves. He was forty-five years old, a man whose life had been reduced to a series of precise measurements, and today he was tasked with completing the municipal survey of...

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