The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it remembered how to fall, a persistent, gray drizzle that seeped into the marrow of things. Elara stood alone at the edge of the moor, her breath misting in the cold air, watching the water bead on the surface of the old oak tree. She was thirteen, a age that felt both fragile and infinite, and in her hands she held the Shield. It was not made of...

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