The Faded Shield
The rain had stopped, but the air in the valley of Oakhaven remained thick with the scent of wet stone and decaying leaves. Elias Thorne sat on the edge of the pier, his legs dangling over the black water, watching the ripples expand and fade. He was a man who had arrived in this town three years ago, a refugee from a war that no longer existed in the maps of the world but lived on in the...
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