The Faded Shield
The ink on the parchment did not dry; it bled. It seeped into the fibers of the vellum like a bruise forming under skin, darkening the edges of the letters until they were no longer words but wounds. Elias Thorne held the document before him, his fingers trembling not from the chill of the library but from the terrible, electric weight of what he had found. He was the city’s most sought-after...
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