The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain in London did not fall. It hovered. A fine, persistent mist that clung to the wool coats of the commuters and the wet stone of the Whitehall district. It was a grey soup that smelled of coal smoke and old iron. Elias Thorne stood before the mirror in his small, rented room above a chandler’s shop. He was a man of forty, with a face that had seen too much comfort and not enough sleep....

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