The Faded Shield
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the coastal roads into slick, black ribbons winding through the dense, weeping pines of the Oregon coast. Margaret Holloway walked with the heavy, deliberate gait of someone carrying a weight that was not visible to the eye, her boots sucking at the wet gravel as she approached the secluded, stone-walled property...
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