Riddle Roads – Story 4 – The River That Stole Names
The tunnel after the bridge sloped upward for a while, then dipped down again, twisting like the inside of a sleeping snake. Kayal walked slowly, one hand brushing the wall. Stone. Cold. Damp. Her footsteps echoed softly. Tok… tok… tok… But underneath that sound, something else grew louder. A long, steady hush. Like wind. Like…
