The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The air in the Crag of St. Jude tasted of copper and old blood, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and refused to wash away. I walked with the weight of the world in my stomach, not from hunger, but from the terrible, humming presence of the Thing inside me. It was not a monster in the way the villagers’ stories described, with scales and claws and a mouth full of jagged teeth....

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