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.

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?”