The Faded Shield
The chandelier above the faculty lounge swung with a lazy, pendulum grace, casting long, fractured shadows across the polished mahogany of the tables where the university’s elite mingled over champagne and canapés. Elias Thorne stood near the edge of the dance floor, his tie loosened, his eyes fixed on the silver brooch in his palm. It was a heavy, tarnished thing, a piece of his late wife’s...
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