The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The stone cellar smelled of wet earth and crushed grapes, a scent that had defined Elias Thorne’s life for twenty years. He stood at the head of the long oak table, his hands trembling slightly as he poured the last of the vintage wine into a crystal glass. Across from him sat his father, Arthur, a man who had been a ghost for a decade and a stranger for the last hour. The air was thick,...

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