The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The iron shield sat in Elias Thorne’s hands, heavy and cold as a wet stone. He stood alone in the attic of the Blackwood estate, the air thin and sharp, carrying the scent of damp wood and old rust. Outside, the November wind rattled the single pane of glass, but inside, the temperature dropped with every breath he took. Thorne, thirty-four, a sergeant with twenty years of service and a pension...

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