The Faded Shield
The rain had not stopped for three days, and the house of Elias Thorne had become a creature of its own, groaning under the weight of the deluge that battered its slate roof. Elias sat in the center of the parlor, a room that had once been the heart of a respectable mercantile firm but now served as a tomb for a man who had been broken by the very system he had once upheld. He was a small man,...
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