The Bone-Bridges of Ozu-Eke

The Great Span of Ozu-Eke was never made of stone. For three hundred years, armies and merchants have crossed the chasm on the petrified spine of an ancient sky-beast, slain in its sleep by the grandfathers of the realm. Now, the bones are groaning. Ebele-oma hangs between sky and abyss, desperately patching the splintering ribs with mortar, while Constable Ifeanyichukwu-eke demands the span bear his lord’s heavy siege engines. Far below in the canyon mud, Tobechi-adu watches parasitic bone-fiends wake from the marrow. If the bridge falls, two kingdoms will bleed—but the beast's ancient ghost is tired of carrying the weight of men.