The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The obsidian gate did not look like a door. It looked like a wound in the air, a vertical slit of black glass that seemed to drink the light from the courtyard. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hand resting on the cold stone of the lintel. He was fifty-four years old, and his left hand trembled. It was a small thing, a micro-tremor, but in the silence of the Citadel, it felt like a fracture....

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