The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker. Silas sat on the edge of his cot in the watchtower, his boots soaked through to the bone, watching the grey water race down the stone walls. He was a man of few words, mostly because he had spent the last forty years learning how to listen to the silence before a sword cut the air. His friend, Julian, lay on the...

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