The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the mud outside the watchtower into a slurry that sucked at the boots of anyone who ventured too far from the stone floor. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool, old rust, and the metallic tang of fear that had seeped into the very plaster of the walls. Elias Thorne sat on a wooden crate, his back...

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