The Faded Shield
The stone gate of the Keep at Blackwood Rise did not open for him, not truly, not in the way the living expected it to. It was a structure of ancient, moss-eaten granite, standing sentinel over a valley that smelled of wet rot and iron, and it had waited for three hundred years for the weight of a specific soul to press against its lintel. For all that waiting, the gate remained shut to Thomas...
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