The Faded Shield
The dream began with the sound of breaking glass, a high, thin shriek that cut through the thick, humid air of the bakery before dawn had even thought to show its face. Elias stood behind the counter, his hands trembling not with cold, but with a sudden, visceral terror that felt less like fear and more like a physical weight pressing against his sternum. He was holding a ceramic shard, jagged...
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