The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The cell smelled of damp concrete and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that had long since seeped into the very pores of the walls, becoming a second skin for anyone who dwelled within them. Silas Vane sat on the edge of his cot, his hands resting loosely in his lap, fingers interlaced with a precision that suggested a man who had spent decades constructing intricate mental architectures...

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