The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The hammer struck the iron gate, a dull, wet thud that echoed off the limestone walls, and I stood in the doorway with my hands still stiff from the cold, watching the crew unload the first pallets of timber. "Is the surveyor here, Elara?" The voice was gravel, worn down by decades of shouting over diesel engines. It was Silas, the foreman, leaning against the rusted truck with a cigarette...

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