The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, grey mist that clung to the wool of the coats worn by the men of the St. Jude’s Choir, a city so old and wet that the stone seemed to sweat a perpetual dampness into the lungs of anyone who breathed deeply enough. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, the days blurred in the mind of Elias Thorne, a man who had spent the last three...

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