The Faded Shield
The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a heavy, industrial gray curtain that smothered the coal-blackened streets of Blackwood, sealing the city in a suffocating embrace. Inside the sprawling, decaying manor of Colonel Elias Thorne, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and old paper, a smell that had become synonymous with the slow, creeping rot of his own body. Elias stood by the...
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