The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The glass was thick. It smelled of ozone and old rain. "Is it done?" I asked. My voice sounded small in the vast, cold hall. The air hummed. It was the sound of power waiting to be used. Cassius did not look up. He was polishing a lens. His hands moved with a rhythm I had learned to fear. "Patience, Elian," he said. His tone was light. Carefree. He hummed a tuneless melody. "Great things...

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