The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The deed was damp, the ink of the signature bleeding into the paper’s fibers like a bruise that refused to heal, and Elias Thorne held it against his chest as if it were a shield against the cold rain that lashed the gravel drive. He was forty-two, though the wet wool of his suit made him feel older, heavier, a man whose joints had begun to creak in sympathy with the Victorian estate looming...

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