The Faded Shield
The dream began not with light, but with the sensation of wet stone against the cheek. Elias woke in the dark, the dampness clinging to his skin like a second, colder layer of flesh. He lay still for a moment, listening to the house settle. The floorboards groaned, a low, wooden sigh that seemed to come from the foundations themselves. He was in the cellar. He did not remember going down. He...
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