The Faded Shield
The call came from the ridge, sharp and cutting through the wind, a voice that had not changed in twenty years but carried the weight of a verdict. I am Elias, a warden of the northern sector, and I had spent the last three days trying to keep the boundary stones from sinking into the earth. The mist was not just weather; it was a physical weight, pressing against my shoulders, dampening the...
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