The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The iron gate did not creak. It opened with the silent, hydraulic precision of a mechanism that had been oiled by hands long turned to dust. Margaret Holloway stood on the threshold of the Ashworth Estate, her boots sinking into the wet moss that carpeted the overgrown courtyard. The air here was thick, tasting of ozone and rotting lilies, a scent that clung to the back of her throat like a...

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