The Faded Shield
The journey to the village of Oakhaven was not a walk, but a descent into a memory that the world had forgotten, a place where the mist clung to the stone walls like a second skin and the air tasted of iron and old rain. Elias, a boy of twelve with hands roughened by labor that had long since outpaced his years, walked alongside Master Silas, a man whose face was a map of deep, unhealing scars...
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