The Faded Shield
"Look at the stone," the old woman said. You looked. The wall stood against the sky. It was grey. It was cold. It did not move. "Is it broken?" you asked. No. "Is it whole?" Yes. You felt a hum in your chest. It was deep. It was heavy. You were the wall. You had always been the wall. Her name was Elara. She wore a shawl of rough wool. Her hands were like roots. They gripped your arm. "You are...
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