The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The chapel had no roof, only a jagged skeleton of stone ribs that scraped against the low, gray sky. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the nave, his boots sinking into the mud that had replaced the flagstones, and clutched a small glass vial in his trembling hand. Inside the vial, a drop of amber sap pulsed with a slow, rhythmic light, the only warmth in a world that had grown cold and quiet....

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