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They say if you lean over the railing and call out — "Theorosa, I have your baby" — something answers. The bridge over Jester Creek has drawn daredevils and believers for generations, all drawn by the same cold legend: a woman, a lost child, a grief that never found its shore. Visitors report sobbing carried on still air, a pale shape moving through the creek bed below, and the feeling of being seized — not watched, seized — by something that does not intend to let the baby go a second time.

A concrete span west of 109th and Meridian, situated between Valley Center and Sedgwick — on paper, nothing remarkable. Valley Center itself was platted in 1872 along the Little Arkansas River, and the creek crossing at Jester is the kind of rural infrastructure that counties build and promptly forget. The original iron-and-wood bridge burned in 1974, then burned again after rebuilding; the current concrete version dates to 1991. The record offers no Theorosa, no drowned infant, no tragedy — just fire and pragmatic concrete, which somehow only deepens the legend.