The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain on the slate roof was a constant, gray drumbeat. It filled the silence of the attic room where Elias sat. He held the shield. It was not a weapon. It was a disc of polished obsidian, cool and heavy in his hands. The surface was blacker than night. It reflected nothing. It drank the light. Elias was not a soldier. He was a scribe. A keeper of records. But the records had burned. The...

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