The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall; it hung, a grey curtain that smelled of wet wool and rusted iron. Elias Thorne stood before the municipal shield, his hands trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, suffocating weight of the task. At forty-two, he was a master restorer of antique heraldry, a man whose life was measured in layers of gesso and the slow decay of oil paint. He needed this...

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