The Faded Shield

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2026-08-19 22:56:19 -

The Faded Shield

The iron gate of the Blackwood Sanatorium groans against the rusted hinges, a sound like a dying breath that hangs in the cold November air. You stand there, your hands white-knuckled around the strap of your satchel, watching the fog curl around your ankles. It is the morning of your departure, the day you finally leave the institution that has consumed the last five years of your life. The...

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