The Faded Shield
The stone walls of the Order’s archive did not merely hold the weight of centuries; they seemed to breathe it in, a slow, cold respiration that chilled the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones. He stood before the central pedestal, his hands hovering over the Faded Shield, a relic of tarnished steel and etched runes that had belonged to his mentor, Silas. For forty years, Elias had served as the...
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