The Faded Shield
The mud on your boots is the same color as the rot in the wall. You are Elias, forty-two, and you have spent the last decade scraping away the shame of your father’s name from the gates of Oakhaven. You are a gatekeeper now, a lowly functionary in a city that has forgotten what honor looks like. Your daughter, Elara, coughs in the small room above the gatehouse, her breath rattling like dry...
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