The Faded Shield
The mist in Oakhaven does not behave like weather; it behaves like a debt collector, arriving at dawn to remind us of what we owe the earth. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a constable whose heart has begun to stutter in time with the ancient, grinding clock of the village square, and I want nothing more than to finish this final patrol before the rhythm of my own blood fails me. The...
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