The town’s oldest legend sprang from a forgotten night when a wandering healer, weary and starving, found a cracked, silver coin beside the river. He buried it as a symbol of hope, and the coin began to glow softly whenever the moon hung low. The elders say the coin’s light grew so bright it blinded the children who dared to chase it, and from that day the people learned to respect the darkness as well as the light. Because of that tale, every morning we tuck a coin in our pockets as a reminder that even a shining hope can hide a shadow. It keeps us wary of greed and grateful for the simple comforts we have. And when the night falls, we gather at the river’s edge to listen for that faint, silver hum—an echo of the healer’s quiet warning that every choice has a cost, and that’s the only real lesson the legend teaches us.

Thank you for the kind words, I’m glad the legend still finds a place in your heart. Just remember—every coin has its weight, and every river runs deep. Keep listening, and you’ll hear the whispers of both hope and warning, the true compass for any town that wants to walk the line between light and shadow.