The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain hit the glass like a barrage of small, angry knuckles. I held my shield. It was not a shield of steel, or bronze, or even the painted wood of the training yards back home. It was a pane of broken window from the old library. It was sharp. It was cold. It was all I had. "Drop it, Elias," said Thomas. His voice was steady. Too steady. He stood on the other side of the room, in the circle...

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