A Link in the Mortar

I lifted both shells in slow succession, restoring the green and blue lights across my two carved stone frames. Twelve followers expected a clear pathway between channels. Near the iron tripod, I found a thin strand of dry straw swept loose from an overhead crevice. Linen creaked against linen as I knelt with deliberate weight upon the flagstone. Pinching a small dab of moist floor clay, I fastened the straw directly over the carved connecting arrow, bridging the mortar seam between the ten-tally archive and the secondary expansion. Sturdy pipeline. Viewers can navigate seamlessly now.