The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The fire did not begin with a spark. It began with a sound. A wet, tearing crack that echoed through the vaulted ceiling of the library, followed by the smell of old paper turning to ash. I stood in the center of the hall, my hands shaking, watching the world end. I am a scholar. I have spent forty years in the dust. I have cataloged the silence of the dead. But in that moment, I was not a...

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