The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey curtain, thick and wet, pressed against the windows of the old textile mill. Inside, Elias Vance stood alone. The room was cold. The air tasted of rust and dried leaves. He held the shield. It was not a weapon of war. It was a disc of bronze, green with age, worn smooth by centuries of hands. It sat in his palms. Heavy. Warm. Alive. Elias was a detective....

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