The term, “bridge,” was a generous title given to the sagging ropes barely supporting an uneven distribution of weathered boards across the chasm between the Silva forest and Silex quarry. Most of the thin boards had moss growing on them, and several had given up their supportive roles altogether. Clara's internal red flags waved frantically.
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This really makes me think about tyrants and the people who bravely oppose them.