The Pale Bridge
The letter lay on the desk, its edges soft from handling, the ink of the council’s seal a dull, rust-colored bruise against the cream paper. I read the demolition order three times, the words "structural integrity compromised" and "imminent danger" blurring into a single, heavy line of bureaucratic finality. Outside, the Mill River churned against the iron pilings, a sound like wet gravel...
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