The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

Vane, get out of my way. The voice cut through the dusty air of the counting house, sharp and final, snapping Eleanor’s attention from the rusted iron shield she had been polishing with a rag that did more harm than good. She stepped back, her boots scraping against the worn floorboards, and watched Arthur Thorne march past her, his cane striking the ground with a rhythmic, arrogant certainty...

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