The Faded Shield
The gear came down with a sound like a tree falling in a forest no one was meant to hear, and Elias Thorne was already moving before the scream had fully formed in the boy’s throat. Silas was twenty-one, with hands that shook from the cold and eyes that never stopped searching for the next instruction, and now he was beneath a forty-ton iron wheel, his body compressed into a shape that defied...
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