The Faded Shield
The bells of St. Jude’s Hospital did not ring; they tolled, a slow, wooden percussion that seemed to hollow out the air in the corridors. It was a place built for the dying, though the living spent more years there than most, their bodies kept in a state of suspended animation by the cold machinery of the institution. Elara sat in the window seat of the administrative office, her hands folded...
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