The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The ink on the final inspection report was still wet when the bridge began to scream. It was not a sound that traveled through the air, but a vibration that started in the soles of my boots and traveled up through the bone, a low, resonant thrum that only I could hear. I stood on the deck of the Pale Bridge, the iron girders beneath me slick with a rust-colored fluid that wept from the joints...

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