The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The steam hissed off the brass valves. It was a sharp, acidic sound. It cut through the fog that clung to the cobblestones of Whitehall. Elias Thorne adjusted his spectacles. The lenses were thick. They magnified his eyes. They made him look larger than he was. He looked smaller than the building behind him. The Ministry of Antiquarian Affairs. A stone beast in the rain. He walked with a limp....

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