The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The smell of burnt sugar hung in the air, thick and cloying, masking the scent of damp earth and decay. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the town square, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the smoke rise from the bonfire. He was a man built of quiet angles and rigid lines, a former police officer who had traded his badge for a life of silence. The fire consumed the harvest’s failures,...

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