The air is filled with the sound of falling water. Locals toss a coin in the water every time they pass over the creek. The troll that guarded the bridge was slain years ago but old habits die hard.
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The air is filled with the sound of falling water. Locals toss a coin in the water every time they pass over the creek. The troll that guarded the bridge was slain years ago but old habits die hard.