Down the old side of town there was a stone bridge over the river that was always locked. It had piqued her curiosity right from the start - who would put an iron gate right in the middle of a bridge and why? For years she thought she'd never have an answer until one evening when she saw that the gate was wide open.
There were a few people milling about as usual, nobody paying any mind to the bridge at all. Figuring it was a one-time kind of opportunity to cross to the other side of town this way she started walking, not feeling the worried glances behind her and not hearing everything come to a halt as she crossed the threshold and set foot on the path once more.
She turned back to see if anyone else would be joining her and saw nobody. The street looked utterly deserted to the point where it seemed like it hadn't been walked down for centuries. Turning back she saw the rest of the town in much the same condition - abandoned and decaying with nothing but the wind whispering along the roads.
Turning back one last time she saw that the gate was now locked, leaving her with one way to go - onwards.
There were a few people milling about as usual, nobody paying any mind to the bridge at all. Figuring it was a one-time kind of opportunity to cross to the other side of town this way she started walking, not feeling the worried glances behind her and not hearing everything come to a halt as she crossed the threshold and set foot on the path once more.
She turned back to see if anyone else would be joining her and saw nobody. The street looked utterly deserted to the point where it seemed like it hadn't been walked down for centuries. Turning back she saw the rest of the town in much the same condition - abandoned and decaying with nothing but the wind whispering along the roads.
Turning back one last time she saw that the gate was now locked, leaving her with one way to go - onwards.
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