Straight into the mystery
A missing seal, a clerk waiting for it and a barrier that must open in the morning. In about thirty minutes, discover a short story whose stakes are clear from the start.
One night, one lost seal, and a marsh full of people who know things.
The toll seal vanished on the night of the count. Bring it back to the clerk before dawn, or the barrier stays shut for the whole marsh.
A first look, without revealing what comes next.
One small seal can bring an entire marsh to a halt. Without it, the clerk cannot open the barrier in the morning. You have one night to bring it back, in a place where guards, shore folk and those who travel by water see the toll very differently.
A missing seal, a clerk waiting for it and a barrier that must open in the morning. In about thirty minutes, discover a short story whose stakes are clear from the start.
Guards, clerk, shore folk: the toll plays a different part in each life. Listen, ask questions and make up your own mind about the people you meet.
The toll house, the brine shed, the shore: explore and decide what to do in your own words. A compact story for discovering the freedom to invent your actions.
The seal is small. Its absence can close the crossing for the whole marsh. Whom will you trust before the night ends?
A view of the toll causeway, its two buildings and surrounding waters, without any indication of the seal’s whereabouts.
The clerk holds his ledger close, ink staining his fingers. He records the tolls and seals the dawn tally.
Under the toll house awning, her netting needle never stops. Sabine mends other people’s nets and watches the passing traffic on the causeway.
A stocky sergeant in a dented helmet who sizes you up from head to toe. He commands the guards and enforces the toll.
And 2 more characters to meet