The Faded Shield
The rain did not fall so much as it was poured from the sky by a hand that had forgotten how to stop, a relentless, grey deluge that turned the cobblestones of the old citadel into a slick, treacherous mirror of the bruised heavens above, where the lightning struck not with a crack but with a dull, heavy thud, like the heart of a dying giant stopping its final beat. Captain Elias Thorne stood...
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