The Faded Shield
The sky above the city of Oakhaven did not just darken; it bled. A bruised purple bruise expanded across the horizon, swallowing the sun in a slow, suffocating embrace. Margaret Holloway stood on the cobblestones of the main square, her boots sinking into the mud that had suddenly begun to seep from the cracks in the pavement. She was a woman of sharp angles and quieter doubts, a detective in a...
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