The Faded Shield
The sky did not break; it peeled. It started at the edge of the Whispering Fens, where the reeds grew so thick they matted into a single, breathing organism of green and grey, and then, with a sound like the tearing of wet silk, the firmament above the village of Oakhaven split open. It was not a storm, for there was no thunder, only a low, resonant hum that vibrated in the marrow of the bones...
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