The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The mist that clings to the valley of Ashgrove is not merely weather, but a living breath, a thick and cold exhale from the earth itself that turns the cobblestones slick with a sheen of ancient malice and the air heavy with the scent of wet iron and rotting lilies, and you, Thomas, stand at the center of this damp silence, a man whose hands are stained not with dirt but with the invisible...

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