The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The brass key was cold in Elara Vance’s palm, its teeth worn smooth by years of turning, yet it felt heavy as a stone, a weight that seemed to pull her fingers down toward the floorboards of the night-shift corridor. She sat on the edge of her narrow cot in the staff quarters, the linen sheet twisted tight between her knees, watching the grey light of dawn seep through the gap in the curtains....

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