The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The count began at dawn, three hundred and twelve sacks of winter wheat, each one stamped with the seal of the Pale Bridge Wardens, the iron key heavy and cold in my left hand as I weighed the grain against the ledger’s rigid columns of ink. I am Elias, thirty-four years old, a man whose life has been measured in cubic feet of stored crop and the precise torque required to tighten a bridge...

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