The Faded Shield
The rain hit the mud like a drumroll for a funeral that had not yet started. Captain Elias Thorne stood on the ridge. His shield was cracked. It was a long, thin fissure that ran from the top edge down to the center boss. It looked like a scar. It looked like a promise broken. Elias tightened his grip. The wood was slick with rain and old blood. He did not look at the men behind him. He looked...
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