The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The stone spoke first. It did not use words, but a low, grinding hum that vibrated through the soles of Elias Vane’s boots and up into the marrow of his shin. He stood in the dark of the Blackwood Mine, his lantern swinging gently, casting long, jagged shadows against the wet rock face. The year was 1912, and the air tasted of iron and stale sweat. Elias was forty years old, his face a map of...

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