The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The shield sat in Elias’s hands, a disc of tarnished bronze no wider than a dinner plate, its surface etched with a spiral that seemed to pull the light from the basement air. It was cold, not with the chill of the stone floor but with a deep, internal frost that bit into his palms and settled in the marrow of his wrist bones. He stood in the center of the sub-basement of the Whitmore Estate...

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