The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The steam did not rise in straight lines; it curled, thick and white, against the cold glass of the window, forming shapes that Elias Thorne knew by heart. It was a jagged tear, a rupture in the fabric of the air, and it meant that the shop was about to be taken from him. He stood in the center of his small, cluttered space in Oakhaven, the smell of burnt coffee and old wood hanging heavy in...

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