The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The fog does not roll in so much as it rises, a thick, wet wool drawn up from the black, churning water to smother the low stone walls of the settlement, and you stand at the edge of the pier where the wood has rotted into a soft, spongy sponge that yields under your boots with a sickening, wet give, feeling the cold seep up through the soles and into your marrow, a cold that is not merely of...

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