The Faded Shield
The quill snapped in Elara’s grip, the tip tearing a jagged white wound across the vellum as she struggled to keep her hand steady. The damp cold of the infirmary clung to her skin, a persistent, wet chill that seeped through her thin shift and settled deep in the bones of her ribs, where the fever had already begun to gather its dark fuel. She blinked, the world resolving from a haze of golden...
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