The Faded Shield
The bell tower of St. Jude’s did not ring; it screamed, a jagged, iron shriek that tore through the morning mist and shattered the fragile silence of the old city, causing the pigeons to erupt from the gutters in a chaotic, feathered storm that darkened the sky above the cobblestones. The stone, that ancient, grey sentinel that had watched over the district for three centuries, cracked down the...
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