The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a suspended curtain of grey static that blurred the edge of the training ground into a watercolor smear of mud and iron. Elian stood at the center of the circle, his breathing a ragged rhythm against the cold air, his hands slick with the condensation of his own fear. Around him, the other initiates formed a loose semicircle, their faces pale masks...

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