The Faded Shield
The rain at Oakhaven did not fall; it hung in the air, a gray mist that seeped into the stone and the bone. Elias Thorne stood before the citadel’s main gate, his hand clasping his wife Mara’s wrist with a force that bordered on possession. He was forty-two, a veteran of the Royal Guard, and he wanted only to leave. He wanted his pension, a small cottage on the coast, and the silence that had...
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