The Faded Shield
The fire did not begin with a spark but with a sound, a low, grinding groan from the earth itself that shook the dust from the rafters of the old chapel and turned the breath of the children in the pews into a cloud of white smoke. It was the kind of silence that precedes the breaking of a bone, thick and heavy, pressing against the eardrums until the world outside the stone walls seemed to...
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