They thought they were nothing, a nobody, just another face in the crowd. Then they ran and grabbed the reigns of the horses of a runaway carriage before it could end up tipping into the ravine, and their whole life changed. -- Anon Guest
They call the town Cliffbridge, after its most noticeable feature, the D'varuv-made bridge across the ravine that divided the mountains in twain. Legend said that it was the result of a giant's sword, or some demon attempting to split the world. It all depended who you listened to. Some even said it was because giant plates were sliding around under the surface of the globe.
Some people will say any old thing.
There's other bridges. Not as firm. Not as famous. There's even one that's overloaded with housing. Cheap housing, because the waste disposal system was to chuck the contents of the gazunder over the edge. The chasm was so deep that none of the smell rose back up to annoy anyone who had to live there.
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