The Faded Shield
The hammer rang against the anvil, a dull, bruising thud that seemed to travel through the stone floor and into the marrow of your bones, and you did not look up from the glowing iron because you knew that if you looked up at Master Aldous, you would see the pity in his eyes, and pity was a thing you could not survive any more than you could survive the heat of the forge. "Do you hear me,...
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