The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The air in the vault smelled of ozone and old paper. It was a dry, sterile scent, the kind that clung to the throat and refused to leave. Elias stood before the glass case, his hands clasped behind his back. He adjusted his spectacles, a small, precise movement. The lens magnified the object within: a fragment of gold, no larger than a coin, etched with symbols that predated the empire that had...

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