The Faded Shield
The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in; it settled, a grey silt that choked the lungs and muted the world into a single, breathing tone. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a border warden with a pension three years away and a hole in your chest where your father’s silver shield used to hang. The Bureau demands you catch the smuggler who stole it, a quota that feels less like a job and more like a...
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