The Faded Shield
The iron bit into his mouth. Elara stood at the helm. The wind screamed. It was a howl of rusted pipes. The ship groaned. It was not wood. It was metal. It was old. It was dying. Elias held the wheel. His hands shook. Blood ran down his wrists. It dripped onto the deck. Red stains on gray iron. He looked at Elara. She did not look back. Her face was stone. Her eyes were cold. They were the...
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