The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The basement smelled of wet wool and old paper, a scent that seemed to seep up through the concrete floor and into the soles of Elias’s shoes. He stood before the Headmaster, a man whose face was as dry and cracked as the plaster on the walls, and waited for the third time for an answer that did not come. The argument had been going on for twenty minutes, though it felt like hours, the air...

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