The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, washing the mud off the cobblestones of the old city. It was a gray, bruised morning, the kind that sat heavy on the chest. Elias stood on the battlements, his hand gripping the hilt of a sword that felt too light, too brittle. Around him, the air smelled of wet stone, rot, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. He was not a soldier. He was a clerk,...

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