The Faded Shield
"Is it heavy?" Mara held up the object. It was a breastplate, forged from a metal that looked like tarnished silver but felt warm to the touch. It was not steel. It was not iron. It was something older. Something that remembered pain. "It is the weight of the last time you died," said Silas. Silas sat in the corner of the room. The room was not a room. It was a hollow in the side of a cliff...
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