The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a grey, relentless curtain that blurred the distinction between the street and the sky, soaking into the cobblestones of Harrowgate Lane until the very air smelled of wet wool and rusted iron. Thomas Ashworth stood in the center of the faculty lounge, his hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through his thin cardigan, but from the sheer,...

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