The Surveyor's Deed
Act I: The OathThe fog clung to the moorland like wet wool, thick and suffocating. Arthur Pendleton adjusted his spectacles and unrolled the surveyor's chart across the knee of his horse. Below him, the Howard family estate sprawled across the Yorkshire moors—great stone walls, turrets lost in the mist, and below it all, something darker still."Heathland," Lord Howard had called it. "Worthless....
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