The Faded Shield
The shield was heavy. It had always been heavy. Not just in weight, but in silence. It sat in the center of the vault, a perfect circle of tarnished bronze, etched with runes that no longer meant anything to the living. It waited. Elara stood before it. She was the Keeper. Her hands shook. They had been shaking for three days. The cold bit through her wool robe. It was a cold that lived in the...
0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 3 Views 0 Anteprima