The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain on the windowpane of the safe house in rural Pennsylvania did not sound like water; it sounded like static, a low, persistent hiss that filled the silence between breaths. Elias Thorne sat at the center of the room, his back against the heavy oak chair, his eyes fixed on the small, velvet-lined box resting on the table before him. Inside the box lay the amulet, a tarnished silver...

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