The Standing Hedge

The ring of boundary stones half a mile across; nine of them hum at dusk, each twinned with a stone in another realm.

A closer look

At the threshold

Seen from a ridge, the stones hold the fields in a vast, uneven circle. Up close, each is a weathered presence at the edge of someone’s ordinary work. At dusk, the hum makes that familiar boundary feel much less local.

Concept notes for the illustrated atlas. The setting and its details may change as the world develops.

People and discoveries

Fast travel between stones you have touched; the Legion cannot use them

A planned rule of this place

Touch a stone and it is yours; from then on any waystone carries you to any other you own, once a day per stone. The Legion has tried for a century and been refused.