The Faded Shield

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2026-08-19 14:36:30 -

The Faded Shield

The rain fell on the cobblestones like a whispered confession. It was cold. It was old. I walked. My boots were wet. The city of Aethelgard slept. Or so it seemed. The windows were dark. The streets were empty. But I knew they were watching. I knew they were waiting. My name is Elara. I was the Keeper. I held the word. Not a word you speak. A word you carry. It sat in my chest. It burned. It...

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