The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The ink did not dry. It pooled. It bled into the grain of the oak table, darkening the wood until the surface looked wet, like skin. Elias watched the drop fall from his pen. He watched it hit the ledger page. He watched it spread. He did not move. The room was cold. It was always cold in the Archive, a subterranean vault beneath the city where the heat of the industrial age could not reach....

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