The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The mist in the highlands does not roll in so much as it rises, a slow, grey exhalation from the earth that swallows the stone walls of the fortress before it swallows the man standing at the gate. You are Elias, forty-two years old, your hands stained with the indigo residue of crushed comfrey and the bitter ash of nightshade, and you carry in your breast pocket a single glass vial that holds...

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