The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The note on the workbench is yellowed, the ink faded to a rusty brown, but the signature is sharp: *Vane*. You pick it up, the paper trembling in your grip, the weight of it negligible yet crushing, a tiny anchor dragging you down into the floorboards. It is a demand. Not a request, not a plea, but a summons to the dock of your own ruin. Lord Blackwood requires the Meridian Clock by dawn,...

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