The Faded Shield
The rain had turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a slick, black mirror, reflecting the gaslight in trembling, fractured pools that seemed to shiver with a life of their own. You stood in the center of the market square, the wet leather of your satchel clinging to your hip like a second skin, your fingers white-knuckled around the strap as a violent convulsion seized your chest. The...
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