The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

Thorne. The name was not spoken, but the memory of it, shouted by a sergeant twenty years dead, still rang in his ears as the rain slicked the cobblestones of the Old Quarter. Elias Thorne stood alone on his post, the iron shield strapped to his chest, feeling the damp seep through his wool coat and settle into the ache of his lower back. He wanted only to finish this shift, to stand until the...

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