The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The bell in the spire of All Saints’ Church did not ring to call the faithful, but to warn them away. You knew this, as you knew the taste of iron in the back of your throat, as you knew the way the frost bit into the exposed skin of your knuckles. You were the Archivist, the keeper of the words that were not meant to be spoken, and you stood at the threshold of the village that had once been...

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