A routine land survey should take a week.

Owen Keane has done it hundreds of times.

This one doesn't end.

Sent to measure a disputed rural property in northwest Shropshire, Owen expects nothing more than boundary lines, paperwork, and a quiet few days away from the office.

Instead, he finds a field that refuses to stay the same size.

Nineteen acres by day.
Twenty-seven by dusk.

At first, it's just an error. Then a pattern. Then something impossible.

The historical records don't help. Each previous survey shows the land growing - slowly, steadily - over decades. The farmhouse has had fourteen tenants in seventy years.

None left a forwarding address.

As Owen measures, records, and tries to stay objective, the work begins to change him. The land at dusk is... enough. Complete. Quiet in a way that makes everything else feel distant.

And leaving becomes harder than it should be.