The Pale Letter
The rebar slipped through my grip, the cold biting into the calluses of my right hand as I hauled it from the slurry of the riverbed, the metal slick with silt and the memory of twenty years of rain. I am Elias Thorne, senior structural engineer, and I am writing this from the temporary housing unit at the site of the Millhaven Span collapse, where the air smells of wet concrete, diesel...
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