The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain did not fall. It hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that smelled of wet slate and old iron. Elias stood in the center of the hall, his boots heavy on the oak floorboards, while the water seeped through the cracked ceiling above him. It was a dream, or a memory, or perhaps a premonition so vivid it had calcified into fact. He was a man of the law, a sheriff in a town that no...

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