The Wistful Ashes
The ledger in my left hand weighed exactly four pounds, twelve ounces, and three grains, a measurement I had verified against the brass scale in the corner of my office, the same scale that had calibrated the tension of the suspension cables for the Eastern District Bridge three years prior. I was thirty-four years old, and I had spent the last six hours calculating the shear strength of the...
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