The Faded Shield

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2026-08-23 21:29:59 -

The Faded Shield

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it pressed, a cold, grey weight against the skin. I stood in the square, my fingers white-knuckled around the forged letter of introduction, the paper already softening into pulp under my grip. The municipal building loomed ahead, its stone facade slick and indifferent, the entrance a dark maw that swallowed sound. I wanted only a desk. A quiet...

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