The Faded Shield
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a cold, gray curtain that turned the grounds of Ashworth Hall into a slurry of mud and rotting leaves. Elias stood at the threshold of the cellar door, his twelve-year-old frame trembling not from the chill, but from the phantom agony that pulsed through his left knee, a bone that had healed crooked three winters ago and never truly stopped...
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