The Faded Shield

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2026-08-17 15:06:56 -

The Faded Shield

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, persistent mist that turned the cobblestones of the precinct square into mirrors of gray. Inside the old stone building, the air smelled of damp wool, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of fear. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before the central table, his hands resting on the polished wood, fingers splayed as if trying to anchor...

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