The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The sky tore open above the valley of Ashwood. Not a cloud, not a storm, but a wound. A jagged, purple gash in the fabric of the world, bleeding smoke and silence. You stood on the ridge, the wind whipping your coat, holding the shield. It was not metal. It was not wood. It was bone. Your own bone, pulled from your arm years ago and reassembled, white and yellowed, etched with the names of the...

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