The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The sky above the town of Oakhaven did not darken; it peeled away. It was a slow, viscous detachment, like wet paint sliding off a canvas, revealing a void that was not black but a screaming, absolute white. I stood on the porch of the library, holding a cup of tea that had gone cold hours ago, and watched the horizon dissolve into a static hiss. There was no wind, no sound, only the sudden,...

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