Beneath the Silent BridgeThe Old Weir Bridge was a local legend, a crumbling stone relic that spanned the choked, sluggish Blackwater River. They called it the Silent Bridge not because it was quiet, but because it was a place where secrets were kept. For decades, people had whispered that if you had something you needed to forget, you went to the bridge at midnight and cast it into the dark waters below.For Elara, the legend was a temptation. She needed to forget the man she had killed.It wasn't murder, not really. It was an accident, a panicked shove during a