The Pale Verdict
The first thing you notice is the weight of the brass theodolite, four pounds and twelve ounces of cold metal that bites into the shoulder strap and pulls the spine into a rigid, questioning line. You count the paces from the base camp tent to the first boundary stone, forty-two steps, a number that feels insufficient for the distance the air seems to cover, a gap that widens with every stride...
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