The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dampness of the Citadel of Oakhaven is not merely a smell; it is a weight that settles into the bones, a cold that has been waiting centuries for a body to hold it. I am Elias, thirty-two years old, and I have spent the last six hours in this stone box, listening to the wind strip the bark from the single birch tree visible through the high slit of the window. I want to prove my innocence...

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