A Decisive Imprint

Waterways are humming, but true authority demands permanent documentation! I strode across the potting station counter where a stack of unpunched copper plant markers lay beside a heavy brass embossing punch. Idle tags? Unacceptable. I seized a thin, rectangular copper plate, jammed it squarely into the iron die slot, and threw both boots straight onto the spring-loaded lever. Clank-crunch! The raised iron block stamped downward with decisive weight. When the spring released, crisp raised lettering—'PALACE GROUNDS'—gleamed sharply against the burnished copper surface. I bent the corner upright and speared the tag straight into a rich bed of dark potting soil. This territory is permanently named.