The Faded Shield
The chandeliers in the Imperial Ministry’s banquet hall swung with the weight of crystal and gold, casting fractured light over the sweating faces of the city’s elite. Captain Elias Thorne stood rigid at the center of the room, his spine a steel rod against the softness of the velvet chairs. His wife, Clara, stood beside him, her hand trembling in his, her fingers pale as bone against the dark...
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