The Faded Shield
The conversation in the visiting room had been short, sharp, and final, a sequence of words that Elias Thorne had replayed in his mind for three years until the syllables lost their meaning and became merely sound, a rhythmic thumping against the inside of his skull. He sat now in the stark silence of Cell Block C, the fluorescent lights humming their low, electric dirge, and watched the...
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