The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream began with the smell of ozone and wet wool. Elias Vane stood in a corridor that stretched beyond sight, the floor polished to a mirror sheen. He wore a suit of grey flannel, stiff with age. His hands were trembling. In his grip, he held a shield. It was not metal. It was made of woven glass, thin as a leaf, heavy as a grave. The glass was clouded with the dust of a century. He could...

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