The Faded Shield
The rain had not stopped for three days, and it drummed against the slate roof of the manor house with a rhythmic, relentless persistence that sounded less like weather and more like the ticking of a massive, invisible clock counting down to something inevitable. You stood by the window in the library, your hands resting on the cold iron of the radiator, watching the water streak down the glass...
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