The House on Borrowed Ground

Makari • Before the Draft Begins Again – Part 5

There is a thought I kept deferring while I was writing the other four.

I deferred it because it felt like a disruption. The series had its arc. The spiral had its shape. And this thought kept arriving at the edges, quiet but persistent—the way certain truths do when they sense something is still forming and decide to wait nearby anyway.

The thought was this.

I have been building on land I hold on borrowed terms.