The Archivist of Kel-Siruun

The first error was small.

It was not the kind of error that called attention to itself. No name was missing. No lineage had been cut away. No ancestral seal had been broken from the stone.

The mistake was a weight mark, set three measures too low in the margin of a family register that had not been opened in eighty-seven years.

In Kel-Siruun, this was enough.