The Faded Shield
The air tasted of copper and old rain. Elara struck the glass. It cracked. She struck it again. Shards sprayed like silver teeth. The room screamed. Not with sound. With light. A jagged hole in the world. She looked through it. Nothing there. Just the void. Black. Hungry. She pulled her hand back. Bleeding. The blood dripped onto the floor. It hissed. "Stop," said Thomas. He stood by the door....
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