The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

You dream of the river, not as water, but as a wall of white stone that hums with the frequency of your own broken bones. In the dream, you are running, but your legs are made of lead and old oak, and the ground beneath you is soft with the decay of centuries. You are seeking the boundary, the line where the living world ends and the forgotten one begins. You have crossed it before, once, when...

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