The Faded Shield
The moss on the stone was soft. It smelled of rain and old iron. Elias knelt in the damp, his fingers brushing the lichen that had colonized the crest of the shield. It was a strange thing, this shield. It did not belong to any kingdom he knew. The metal was a dull, bruised purple, and the surface was etched with vines that seemed to move when he was not looking directly at them. Elias was a...
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