The Bridge of Echoes

At the edge of a forgotten town stood a crumbling stone bridge that spanned a narrow, mist-filled gorge. The villagers called it the Bridge of Echoes and warned outsiders never to cross it after dusk. It was said that those who ventured across heard voices calling them into the abyss, never to return.

Sienna arrived in the town on a gray autumn afternoon, her boots caked in mud from her journey. She wasn’t one for superstition, but she had come to the town for one reason—to cross the bridge.

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Years ago, her older brother, Lucas, had disappeared on a stormy night. Witnesses claimed they had seen him walking toward the bridge, but no one could explain what had happened next. His body was never found, and the villagers avoided the area, leaving it shrouded in mystery.

Sienna refused to accept his disappearance as an accident. Something about the bridge called to her, just as it must have called to Lucas.

That night, with the moon obscured by heavy clouds, she made her way to the bridge.

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The stone arches were slick with moss, and the air was unnaturally cold. As Sienna stepped onto the bridge, the s

ound of her boots

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