The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The air in the workshop smelled of dust and old resin. It was a thick scent, heavy in the lungs. Elias sat in the corner. He did not look up. His hands were still. They lay on his lap like two broken birds. Outside, the rain tapped against the glass. A rhythmic, dull percussion. It marked time. Time was the only thing that mattered here. Time was the enemy. And time was winning. He was a man of...

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