The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The train cut through the mist like a silver blade through heavy wool, and Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the compartment, his back pressed against the vibrating metal, watching the countryside dissolve into a grey, weeping blur. He was not going home, he had told himself for the last three hundred miles, but the thought had begun to rot in his mind, turning black and sweet like overripe...

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