The Faded Shield
You’re holding it wrong,” said Dr. Aris Thorne, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seemed to vibrate through the solid oak of his desk and into the hollow space behind my ribs where I kept all my sharp, bright, dangerous thoughts. He did not look up from the intricate mechanism he was disassembling, a brass astrolabe that had lost its celestial alignment decades ago, but his fingers, stained...
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