Mercy Falls moved cautiously the morning after the Sentinel article ran. The town felt smaller, quieter, as if everyone were walking on eggshells around the memory of the Reddon Bridge. Children held hands tighter on the way to school, drivers slowed to crawl across temporary detours, and shopkeepers watched the street with wary eyes. Suspicion and grief hovered in the air like mist over the river.
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