The Faded Shield
The wind did not blow here, but rather moved in a slow, viscous drift, carrying with it the scent of crushed stone and ancient, cold iron, a heavy atmosphere that settled upon the shoulders of Elias Thorne as if they were physical weights he had carried for a lifetime. He stood at the edge of the cliff, where the earth simply ended and the void began, a chasm so deep that no light from the...
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