You are standing on the grassy banks of a wide river. A steel suspension bridge spans the river, leading to the eastern bank. Across the water, the city of Bellona flickers. On its dockfront, down half a mile, flames roil smoke on the sky and reflections on the river. Here, not one car comes off the bridge. Not one goes on.
You see a map here.
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