The Faded Shield
The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the farmhouse, a relentless, gray rhythm that matched the beating of Marnie’s heart. She stood by the window in the kitchen. Her hands were wrapped around a ceramic mug. The coffee was cold. She did not care. She was waiting for her sister, Elise, to arrive. Elise was late. Elise was always late when the wind picked...
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