Some bridges aren't built just to cross the water—some are built to trap the past. Deep in the fog-choked hollers where the old timber rots and the mist never quite lift, Hollowroot & Iron take you down to Widow's Creek. Beware of the shadows moving just past the wooden beams and whatever is waiting down in the dark mud where the cross stands.
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