The Faded Shield
The rain in the sector did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the skin like a second, colder layer of flesh. Kaelen stood at the edge of the perimeter, his boots sinking into the mud that smelled of iron and rot. He was a soldier, though the word felt too clean, too human, for the thing that had worn his face for the last three months. Beside him, the air...
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