In the dead of night, a local busybody comes straight to the door of your flat with gossip. Evidently, there's no Facebook in Abermore. "The puddle's back," he says. This pool of liquid sits on the city's thoroughfares, apparently, and looks normal enough at a glance. But when carriages pass through, it doesn't splash. And while reflective, it never shows an image. Residents suspect it's fathoms deep. Oh: and that anything falling in turns to metal...
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