The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The ink is black, but it moves like smoke. Your fingers tremble against the parchment, the cold biting into the knuckles of your left hand, the one that holds the quill. You are Elias Thorne. You are thirty-two years old, and you are hungry. The hunger is a physical weight, a stone in your gut that makes every movement a labor of will. You want to clear your brother’s name. You want to prove...

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