The Faded Shield
The rain had been falling for three days, turning the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a slick, black mirror that reflected the gray sky and the weary faces of the men who stood upon them. Elias Thorne counted the hours by the angle of the sun, which barely dared to pierce the overcast, and by the slow, rhythmic drip of water from the eaves of the town hall, a metronome for his growing dread. He...
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