The Faded Shield
The sky above the rusted industrial parks of Ohio did not break so much as it shattered, a catastrophic implosion of reality that tore a wound in the air, bleeding out a light that was not white but a deep, bruised violet, and from that fissure descended the first of the Wardens, entities of impossible geometry and silent, terrible grace, who did not speak but whose very presence rearranged the...
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