The Faded Shield
The iron hammer fell with a sound like a bone breaking, and the shield split down the middle. Elias stood in the square, watching the paint peel away from his family’s crest. The Mayor’s son, young Robert, stood behind the councilmen, his face pale but his eyes bright with a fever that had burned for three days. He was alive. He was breathing. And that was the crime. "You healed him," the Mayor...
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