The Faded Shield
The fire did not roar; it hummed, a low, guttural vibration that seemed to rise from the very bones of the earth and settle into the marrow of the children. It was a sound like a cello string snapped in a quiet room, a resonance that preceded the light, for the light was still trapped behind the veil of the burning forest, a bruised purple and sickly orange smear against the twilight sky. In...
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