The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain hammered against the window glass, a relentless drumming that seemed to erase the world outside. Arthur stood by the counter, his hands resting on the cold metal. He was a man of habits, of quiet routines, but today the routine felt like a cage. The shop was empty. It had been empty for days. "Arthur?" The voice came from the back. It was soft, barely a whisper, yet it cut through the...

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