Location:Seven Peaks — Eastern Decoy Line, Command Center, Formation Workshop
Date/Time:TC1856.08.22 – TC1856.08.24
The first dead conduit went into the ground at the eighth kilometer of the eastern supply road, and it took eleven people a full day to bury something that would never do anything.
Silas Thornheart supervised from the lip of the trench with his sleeves rolled and his hands behind his back, and he did not look happy, and Naida had known him long enough to understand that this was not the same as disapproval. Silas looked like that whenever he was being asked to build something beneath his standards. He had looked like that for two days.
"It's a good line," he said, in the tone of a man describing a crime.
"It's a perfect line."
"It is a perfect line. Depth's within four centimeters the entire run. Crystal seating is clean. Draw curve matches the main trunk to within a tenth." He exhaled through his nose. "And it terminates in a sealed chamber full of packed sand."
