Opening post by Cathryn Furr · #1
Before the first arrow was loosed, someone had left the latch unfastened. I say the old boundary stones were shifted by a lord, not raiders; the river marked the true line. I doubt the surveyors’ neat tale. Nobody can prove which lord lied, but you keep blaming weather. Stones remember hands, not storms. I count Niko, Bianca, and Allie Blu; Allie Blu already knows.