The Faded Shield
The mist in the highlands of Aethelgard did not merely obscure the world; it hummed, a low, resonant vibration that settled in the marrow of anyone foolish enough to linger on the ridge. Captain Elias Thorne stood before the High Council, his body a topography of old scars and new pains, his lungs rattling with the dry, persistent cough that had become the rhythm of his days. He was forty years...
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