The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the windowpanes by a hand that was invisible, cold, and utterly indifferent to the warmth of the hearth, a relentless, grey sheet that turned the world outside the fortress of Blackwood Hall into a blurred smear of mud and dying light. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the heavy oak chair, his hands resting on his knees, fingers interlaced with a...

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