The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Elias Thorne, get down from that scaffold before you drop your wrench and break your neck. The voice of the site foreman, a man named Kovic who smelled perpetually of diesel and stale coffee, echoed off the curved concrete of the arch. You did not look down. You were forty-two years old, and you had spent the last twenty years listening to the Pale Bridge, a massive concrete span that crossed...

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