The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The deed was already signed, Elias told the elder, his voice flat as a stone dropped in water. The village of Oakhaven smelled of wet wool and rotting apples. It was the smell of the boundary stones, those ancient monoliths that lined the perimeter of the town. They hummed when a lie was spoken near them, a low vibration that traveled up through the soles of one’s boots. Elias had felt it for...

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