The Faded Shield
The fog in Oakhaven did not merely obscure the world; it consumed it, a dense, gray wool that strangled the light hours before the sun had any right to set. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the border wall, his breath misting in the cold air as he watched the translucent figures drift through the mist, their forms like smoke given a terrible, humanoid shape. He had worn the ceremonial...
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