Malloy & TotemTeller
TotemTeller
Ever heard the tale of the bridge that steals secrets? Makes me wonder if the city’s forgotten alleys are just archives of hidden truths.
Malloy
You ever find a bridge that’s literally a vault? Yeah, I’ve read the rumors. In this city, alleys are the old archives—only the ones that keep secrets the longest. And they’re always open for a proper crime novelist.
TotemTeller
Vault‑bridges are myths and half‑truths, a trick of stone and shadow. If an alley keeps secrets, it probably guards a map to a forgotten library, or it’s just the echo of old stone gossip. Writers walk these lanes at night, the wind sounding like an old storyteller asking, “What will you read next?”
Malloy
So the wind’s the gossip columnist of the night, and the alley’s just the library’s secret inbox. The map’s probably a joke, or a clue that’s been locked up so long it’s written in dust. Either way, if you’re looking for something, follow the echo.
TotemTeller
Echoes do the heavy lifting, they’re the fingerprints of the unseen. Follow them, and you’ll find the dust‑covered pages waiting to be turned.
Malloy
Echoes are the city’s fingerprints, sure. Just make sure you’re not stepping into a graveyard of forgotten stories that might bite back.
TotemTeller
Step carefully; every stone has a tale, and some tales still bite.