The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The train hissed its long, iron breath into the station at Oakhaven, shaking the dust from the timber frames of the waiting room until it settled in a fine grey haze over the platform. I stood there, my hand resting on the hilt of the sword that hung at my hip, the leather grip worn smooth and dark from years of use, feeling the weight of it not as a burden but as a second skeleton. It was a...

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