The Faded Shield
The train rattles through the valley, a iron beast dragging its breath across the landscape, and you sit with the window down, letting the cold air strip the heat from your skin as it strips the truth from the world. You are returning to Oakhaven, a place that smells of coal dust and old rain, a place where the air is so thick with the spirits of the dead that the living are merely ghosts who...
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