The Faded Shield
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the landscape into a blur of mud and dying vegetation, and I stood at the edge of the tree line, my boots sinking into the soft earth, feeling the dampness seep through the leather into the bones of my feet, a cold that was not merely of temperature but of a deep, structural wrongness in the world. I am not a man,...
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