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(Status: Civil Engineering Mode. Site Survey.)
Location: The Silver River Crossing - Osgard Valley.
The Silver River didn't look malicious. It looked lazy.
It was a wide, meandering stretch of water, brown with spring silt, cutting through the center of the valley like a jagged scar. On a map, it was a blue line. In reality, it was a wet, heavy, unstoppable force that had eaten three bridges in the last decade.
Arthur parked the Iron Horse on the grassy bank, well above the high-water mark.
He stepped out, his boots sinking slightly into the soft earth.
The morning air was crisp, smelling of wet willow bark and mud. It was a good day for geometry.
"It's wider than I remember," Julian noted, stepping out of the passenger side. He adjusted his sling, eyeing the water with the suspicion of a man who preferred his liquids in a wine glass.
"It's swollen," Arthur said, walking to the edge. "The spring melt is still coming down from the peaks."
