The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The bell did not ring. It cracked. A sound like a spine snapping under a boot echoed through the valley. The tower of St. Jude’s, ancient and proud, shuddered. Dust poured from the stonework like dry blood. Elias sat at his desk. The ink in his pot was still. He did not look up. He was a scholar of the old tongue. A keeper of words that no one else could read. The air in the library was thick....

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