The Faded Shield
The mud of Oakhaven was not merely wet; it was a living, sucking thing that held the boots of the constables in its cold, brown grip, and it was into this mire that Lord Vane had ordered the thief dragged for the public flogging. Elias Thorne, forty years old and a man whose devotion to his own rigid code was his only solace in a world that had grown increasingly chaotic, stood at the edge of...
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