The Faded Shield
The knife in your hand is cold, sharper than the air that tastes of copper and old rain. You are Elara, twenty-four years old, and you are breaking into the High Temple not because you are a thief, but because you are a daughter watching her father dissolve into nothing. The city of Oakhaven is not merely a place; it is a living, hungry entity, a sentient rot that breathes through the cracks in...
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