The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The watchtower stood. It did not sway. It did not creak in the wind that tore through the valley of rusted steel and cold ash. It was a cube of iron and glass, perched on a leg of riveted plate, staring down at the yard below. Inside, the air was stale. It smelled of damp wool and old coffee. Elias sat. His back was straight. His hands rested on the table. They were still. Below, the men moved....

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