The Faded Shield
The parchment was damp, the ink smudged into a brownish haze that looked less like writing and more like a bruise. Kaelen held it in his left hand, his right arm hanging limp and useless at his side, the shoulder joint swollen to twice its natural size. It was a list of names, scratched out with a sharp stylus, each entry crossed through with a single, violent diagonal line. He knew the names....
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