The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The brass theodolite rested on the tripod, its lens catching the low, grey light of the afternoon as Elias Thorne adjusted the spirit level. The bubble centered with a faint click, a sound that was too loud in the silence of the eroding cliff face where the old Hartwell estate had once stood. He was forty-two years old, and his hands, stained with the grease of the instrument and the dust of...

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