The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain in this city does not fall; it is exhaled, a cold, metallic mist that settles into the crevices of the flagstones and the rusted iron of the window frames, eroding the very concept of permanence until all that remains is a smooth, featureless gray. I walked through the streets of Alderbury not with the haste of a man seeking shelter, but with the deliberate, measured pace of a penitent...

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