The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain on the roof of the watchtower was not a sound but a weight, a physical presence that pressed against the thatch and seeped into the bones of the old stone. Silas Vane stood at the edge of the parapet, his breath misting in the cold air, watching the fog roll off the moor below. He was a man of few words, carved from the same hard clay as the landscape he guarded, and for twenty years...

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