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November 27, 2019 - 280 words
They came to a bridge. The Bridge of Caldering. “Well I didn’t expect this to be here!” exclaimed Bram from the front. He was leading for the moment.
They had been descending the Nurmermer Canyon for most of the end of the morning. It was more difficult than they had expected. Not dangerous, just a pain. Shrubs and thorns and clinging twigs reached out and grabbed their ankles and shins. They were almost there. It was cold down in this here Canyon. No real wind to speak of that’s fair but the dankness and wetness clung to their clothes and made things real uncomfortable.
“We’ll have to cross it,” announced Hem. It was a towering bridge, invisible from the top o’ the Canyon but nevertheless here for the crossin’.
“Bridge of Caldering,” said Crawley.
“How’s it?” said Bram.
“It’s the Bridge of Caldering.” He gestured to the massive twin pillars of rock that marked the entrance to the bridge. “My da was always talkin’ about the Bridge of Caldering. Said he always wanted to see it.”
“But how do you know THIS is the Bridge of Caldering?” countered Bram.
“Says so right on that there engraved piece o’ stone,” he replied, pointing to that there engraved piece o’ stone. It said The Bridge of Caldering.
“Musta taken a bit o’ time to carve them letters in that there piece o’ stone,” Hem mused. “Anyways, enough babblin’ about. Let’s cross this thing!”
Massive bridge. It was a wonder they could not see it from above. Mighta been cloaked in some sorta foreign sorcery, if their imaginations were gettin’ away from ‘em. They started forth upon the great stone Bridge of Caldering.