The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream came again, sharp as a cut wire. Elias Thorne stood in a hall of black stone, the air thick with the smell of wet coal and old blood. Before him hung a shield, vast and crumbling, its surface not metal but a mirror of polished obsidian. It whispered his name, low and grinding, like stones dragged across gravel. He wanted to wake, but the dream held him fast. In the waking world, the...

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