The Distant Clue
The boundary moved three feet overnight, and it was the smell of wet limestone that told Elias Thorne before his boots found the first displaced stone. "Chief," he said, his voice flat and professional, the way one reports a leak in the boiler room. "The line is wrong." Silence held the watchtower for a long moment, broken only by the creak of the old wood settling under the weight of the...
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