It started with the boundary map.
She had been in the war room on Tuesday morning, not for a formal briefing but because Rhys had left the territorial maps spread across the table the previous evening and had not yet come to collect them, and she had walked past the open door and seen them and gone in.
She had been studying them for twenty minutes when she noticed the discrepancy.
It was small. The kind of small that was easy to miss if you were looking at the maps with a specific question already in mind, which most people in that room usually were. The eastern boundary markers on the current map did not align precisely with the boundary markers on the map from fifteen years ago. Not significantly. A quarter mile of variance at the northeastern corner where the tree line met the ridge.
