The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

March 14 I am forty-two, a structural engineer in Oakhaven, and I am holding my late father’s cracked porcelain compass. It is the only thing I have left of him. The glaze is pale, the color of old milk, and the hairline fracture runs from the north needle to the rim. I want to certify the old stone bridge for the new highway. It is a simple task, or it should be. The local council, my...

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