The River that runs through Elevenbridge — like all rivers to some greater or lesser extent — resonates like a plucked string with all those other great Rivers: Time, Styx, Lethe, Jordan & the so on… Each laying down layers of sediment as they go, sliding from out of where and when like a snake shedding its skin. Each layer of sediment that’s shed might grow to bemoan a Side or two or more of its own, and perhaps even coax a Bridge to step upon it. And like all good sediment, Where and When — once anchored — encourage and embolden enough of their fair share of happenings, dreams, births and the aftermath of drownings to carry on, just like always.

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