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(Status: Material Science. Prototyping.)
Location: The Silver River - North Bank Worksite.
The sun hadn't even cleared the eastern ridge, but the riverbank was already busy.
It smelled of wet earth, wood smoke, and skepticism.
Arthur stood next to four large piles of material he had ordered the tenant farmers to haul from the estate's quarry and the local lime kiln.
Pile 1: Grey river gravel (fist-sized).
Pile 2: Crushed granite (thumb-sized).
Pile 3: River sand (coarse).
Pile 4: White lime powder (caustic).
And a barrel of black charcoal ash from the smithy.
Fifteen farmers stood in a semi-circle, leaning on their shovels. They looked at the piles. Then they looked at the river. Then they looked at Arthur.
They had been promised double wages to dig a hole and fill it with "liquid stone."
Currently, they looked like they were waiting for the punchline.
