The Faded Shield
Thorne. Get down here, Elias. The floorboards are groaning and I need you to check the joists before the rain starts. You hear your name in the hollow, dry voice of the house itself, rising from the attic where your brother lies. You are forty-two, a retired police captain, and the rot in the foundation is eating the house from the bottom up, but the coughing fit that shakes the floorboards...
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