100 Word Piece of Sci-fi Minutia
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A 99 word poem of a small town, and the demon who guards its chapel when the mists rise.
If thrown into a moat or a ditch, they react with water to make an area of ground a foot wide and solid enough to walk on rise from the bottom. If eaten-well, the body of the one who ate one of them is a real mess. Used to storm moats and forge rivers, streams and ditches. Must be kept dry until used.