The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The count of hours remaining until the breach was four, and Elias Thorne felt each one as a distinct, heavy stone settling into his chest. He stood in the antechamber of the Royal Palace, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and old varnish, while the oak shield strapped to his back pulsed with a warmth that mirrored the frantic beating of his own heart. It was not a comfortable heat, but...

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