The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The ink was dry before the silence arrived. Silas Vane sat in the center of the square. His hands were steady. They had always been steady. That was the first thing people noticed about Silas Vane of Oakhaven. He was a sign painter. A craftsman. His brushwork was precise, his lettering clean. He could make a word look like a promise. He could make a name look like a monument. Today, the promise...

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