The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream began with the smell of wet ash and iron. Elias stood in a field that was not his, watching the sky bleed a bruised purple that had no business existing in the mid-afternoon light. He knew the texture of the earth under his boots, the cold dampness seeping through the wool, a sensation so intimate it felt less like observation and more like memory. He was here. He was always here, in...

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