The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The fog rolled in from the coast. It smelled of brine and wet ash. I left my study. The door clicked shut behind me. The silence was heavy. It pressed against my eardrums. I was a scholar of antiquities. I spent my days with dead languages. I spent my nights with her. Or rather, with the memory of her. Martha. She was gone now. Three months. Three months since the train accident. Three months...

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