The Faded Shield
The dust in the archive did not merely settle; it hung in the air like a suspended breath, waiting for a hand to disturb it, and it was Elias Thorne who, with the trembling fingers of a man who had spent twenty years cataloguing the lies of kings, finally reached for the shield. He had been summoned to the undercroft by Magistrate Aldous, a man whose smile was as sharp and brittle as the flint...
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