The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The mist in Oakhaven did not lift. It clung to the cobblestones, a damp, grey shroud that smelled of wet wool and old iron. Elias Thorne stood before his anvil, the hammer heavy in his hand, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He was forty years old, a blacksmith with a reputation for restless hands and a heart that beat like a broken clock. The village elders had called his ambition...

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