The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The fog rolled off the river in thick, wet banks, swallowing the far bank of the pale concrete bridge until only the gray smear of the opposite shore remained. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the span, his hands gripping the rusted iron railing, feeling the cold metal bite into knuckles that had begun to swell with the first sharp pains of early-onset arthritis. Twenty years of service had...

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