The Faded Shield
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the city into a slick, dark mirror that reflected the gray sky and the indifferent faces of the commuters who hurried past the municipal library. You stood in the center of the main hall, your fingers tracing the spine of a leather-bound volume from 1892, feeling the slight give of the binding, the familiar texture of the...
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