The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream began with the smell of wet ash. It was not a bad dream, but it was heavy. It sat on Maren’s chest like a stone, pressing the air out of her lungs. In the dream, the village of Oakhaven was not a place of mud and broken fences, but a city of glass. The streets were transparent. She could see the roots of the trees beneath her feet, tangled and white, drinking from the deep, dark water...

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