The Faded Shield
The shield was not made of steel, nor of oak, but of a silence so thick it had weight, a physical thing that hung between the two boys like a fog that refused to clear. It was the silence of a secret kept too long, the kind that rots the foundation of a house. In the village of Oakhaven, where the cobblestones were worn smooth by centuries of indifferent feet, this silence was the only currency...
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