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District leader Howard Morley leaned back in his chair to look at the bay. He lazily looked at the expanse of water between two inexpressive patches of land, then looked back at the skeleton-like spire that protrudes upward from the green hills that he just crossed. He remembered the time when this ruin was a pillar for one of the greatest bridges in the world.
