The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The iron rain fell not from the sky, but from the ceiling of the world, a relentless, sizzling curtain of molten slag that turned the air into a soup of acrid smoke and ozone. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the Great Foundry, his boots sinking into a slurry of cooled metal and ash, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts that misted in the unnatural heat. Around him, the air shimmered...

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