The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The mist did not roll in; it waited, thick and gray as wet wool, until the boy was ready to breathe it in. Elias stood at the edge of the high moor, where the grass grew thin and the earth turned to a spongy, dark peat that smelled of old decay and coming rain. He was twelve, though he carried the heaviness of a man who had walked too far, his boots caked in the mud of a journey that seemed to...

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