The Crumbling Wall
Deep in the woods there is a wall. If not for the trees, you would probably see it long before you reach it, for it towers above their boughs, and its depth is that of longboat. The stones are weathered, but large as boulders.
Once, the wall might have spanned a hundred miles, but now it's crumbling remnants snake across a measly six, with ruined gaps every mile or so. Perhaps the stones have long since been carried off for other projects. Elsewhere, the stones are tumbled to the earth and overgrown--certainly in places moss and tree have reclaimed the wall so successfully that you could be forgiven for thinking it was only a natural cliff or rise blocking your path.
It is inadvisable to linger near this wall, however. Bandits have been known to claim it's heights for their own purposes, and lurking predators can be found from time to time lairing in barely preserved tunnels along the wall's base.
Inspiration
There are two here:
First, I'm sure everyone knows the Great Wall of China. As one of the New 7 Wonders of the World, I'm surprised the concept doesn't appear more frequently in fiction. In a fantasy context, I imagine scaling such a wall up to more dramatic size, and running the clock forward long after such a fantastic construction has been re-claimed by nature.
Second, a little piece from a beloved board game: Oath: Chronicles of Empire and Exile is all about history and the things that pass in and out of relevance over time. This little Edifice may be built by the winner of one game, only to crumble with their Empire generations later.
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