The Millimeter Horizon where the Rusted Pins of the Earth Hold Fast Against the Rising Noise
CHAPTER 1: THE IRON BOUNDARY The heat in the valley didn’t rise; it sat on the grass like grease. Arthur Vance kept his thumbs hooked over the black foam of the mower handle, feeling the low, rhythmic rattle of the small engine through the bones of his wrists. The blade was sharp—he’d taken an angle…