Shadows in the Keep
Alberton was rising. What had once been ruins, little more than broken walls and weed-choked foundations was shaping into an actually city. There now bore signs of deliberate hands, unshaken will, and thought and care. A trench had been completed first. It was a deep, egg-shaped oval cut into the land, wide at the end facing the wide bay and narrow facing the route to the east. It was wide enough to encircle the entire settlement. Water now coursed through its channel, cool and steady, diverted from the river by a dam the masons whispered about with pride.
