The Distant Ghost
The bone snaps with a sound like dry kindling under a heavy boot, a sharp, brittle shriek that tears through the silence of the high pass, and you feel the shockwave travel up your arm, a cold, electric pulse that stops in your heart and leaves a hollow, ringing vacancy where the strength used to be. You are holding the shield, or what remains of it, a splintered oval of ash wood and iron, and...
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