The Faded Shield
The iron fog rolled in from the sea, thick as wool and cold as a dead man’s breath, swallowing the jagged teeth of the city’s skyline until only the gas lamps remained, flickering like dying embers in a vast, dark hearth. In the cramped, windowless room at the end of the corridor, Elara Vance sat on the edge of her narrow bed, her fingers tracing the frayed hem of the heavy woolen shawl draped...
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