The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The iron clamp in Elias Thorne’s hands was cold enough to bite, a heavy, jagged thing that had been pulled from the twisted rebar of the Sterling Mill’s third floor, where the concrete had shattered like rotten bread three days prior. He stood in the dust-choked air of the collapse site, the smell of wet plaster and old blood thick in his throat, and he knew with a certainty that felt like a...

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