The Faded Shield
The ink on the envelope was wet, though it had been sealed for three days. Elias Thorne pressed his thumb against the wax, a small, dark smear spreading across the red seal. He did not look up. His hands were shaking, a tremor that started in the wrists and worked its way up to the elbows, the kind of shake that comes from holding a heavy object too long. The letter was for his brother, Julian....
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