The Faded Shield

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2026-08-20 14:40:41 -

The Faded Shield

The rain does not fall; it is pressed against the glass, a thousand grey fingers demanding entry. You are standing in the kitchen of the house in Hollow Creek, a place that feels less like a residence and more like a vessel holding back a rising tide. The air is thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper, the perfume of exile. You are not alone, though the house is empty of living breath....

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