The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The bell tolled. It was a hollow sound, like a throat clearing in an empty hall. Elara stood at the threshold of the Athenaeum, her fingers brushing the cold iron of the doorframe. The air smelled of dust and old vellum. It smelled of decay. She had come to ask for a book. That was all. A small volume on the taxonomy of moths. She needed it for her thesis. The university required proof of her...

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