The Faded Shield
The sky splits open like a ripe fruit. You are not afraid. You have been afraid for a century. The fear has calcified into your bones, turning you into something harder than stone, colder than the winter wind that scours the hills of the Scottish highlands. You are not human anymore. You are a creature of the mist, a thing that wears a skin of flesh and breathes the air of the living but...
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