The Faded Shield
The rain in the capital had a specific, heavy quality that seemed to seep into the bones before it even reached the pavement, a cold that Elias Thorne felt settling into his joints as he climbed the granite steps of the Ministry of Antiquities. He carried the Royal Shield in a padded case, its weight a familiar, comforting anchor against his hip, a physical manifestation of the ten years he had...
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