The Faded Shield
The rain fell on the city like a static charge, a fine, grey mist that soaked into the wool of Julian’s coat and settled deep in his bones. He stood in the center of the grand hall of the university library, a space that smelled of decaying paper and cold stone. Around him, the shelves rose like the ribs of a leviathan, holding the silent, heavy weight of centuries. Julian was a scholar of...
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