The Faded Shield
The rain has been falling for nine days, a thin, cold sheet that turns the dirt roads of Hollow Creek into sucking mud and makes the air taste of iron and rot, and you stand at the edge of the town square where the cobblestones are slick with slime and the shadows of the elms stretch out long and black like the fingers of drowned men, and you are the Warden, the man who keeps the peace in a...
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