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(Status: Active Construction. Substructure Phase.)
Location: The Silver River - North Bank Trenches.
The enemy was no longer the Guild, or the King, or the skepticism of the farmers.
The enemy was water.
At 6:00 AM, the trench for the North Abutment was a neat, rectangular cut in the earth, twelve feet deep, shored up with timber planks.
At 6:15 AM, it was a swimming pool.
Arthur stood at the edge of the pit, looking down.
The bottom of the trench was bubbling. Little geysers of silty water were pushing up through the gravel bed, filling the hole faster than the two farmers at the bottom could bail it out with buckets.
"We hit the water table," Zack shouted from the bottom, knee-deep in brown sludge. "It's coming up through the floor!"
"It's hydrostatic pressure," Arthur said, doing a quick mental calculation of the flow rate. "The river is pushing the groundwater sideways."
