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(Status: Superstructure Assembly. Lifting Phase.)
Location: The Silver River - North Bank.
The mist clinging to the Silver River was thick, damp, and cold. It obscured the far bank, turning the South Abutment into a grey ghost in the distance.
But on the North Bank, the air was clear enough to see the hardware.
Arthur walked the line of steel.
Stacked on the grass were the bottom chords of the truss—massive, sixty-foot I-beams of Imperial Grade-A steel. They were cold to the touch, coated in a thin layer of oil to prevent rust during transport.
Every beam was stamped: FERRO FOUNDRY - LOT 42.
Arthur checked the alignment marks with a piece of chalk.
He checked the pre-drilled rivet holes.
He checked the anchor bolts sticking out of the concrete abutment.
Tolerance was less than a quarter-inch. If the bolts didn't line up with the holes in the steel, the bridge didn't happen.
