The Faded Shield
The rain had not stopped for three days, a steady, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of Millhaven into a slick, reflective mirror, and you stood in the center of the community hall, your back pressed against the cold brick wall, watching the old men move through the room with the slow, deliberate grace of predators who knew their time was running out. You were the only young man in the...
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