Avoid it
From Create Your Own Story
The place seems normal enough, but you cannot be sure. Taking to the low scrub, you walk a quarter circle around the village to the far ridge.
Looking back, you can now see the village a little closer. There are red crosses marked on some of the doors. It is the sign of the Plague. You shudder, thank your Spirit, and move on. The path turns down a steep scree slope and into some trees.
It's difficult to see the way ahead through the tree-line but you can't see any other alternative, so you keep going and eventually the path bursts out onto a narrow stone ledge, high above the valley floor. It is formed by a splitting of the rock that leads all the way down to the misty valley floor. If there is a path up the other side, it is not clear from here.
Looking right, you are taken aback – as out of the mist that fills the valley, an impossibly wide bridge looms into view, as if it had only now fallen into place! It is made of planks and thick ropes, and is suspended from this peak to the peak on the other side. Who could have built such a marvel? And how long ago?
You take a moment more to stare at the bridge. It forms a delicate curve across the valley, swaying very slightly in the wandering wind. But the more you look, the more it seems too perfect: could such a bridge possibly exist? Or is it mere illusion, to trick the incautious traveller?
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