The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain had been falling for three days. It slicked the cobblestones of the lower ward until they looked like black glass. I stood on the corner, holding my cap low. The steam from the manhole grates curled around my ankles. It smelled of iron and wet wool. "Are you ready, boy?" The voice came from the shadows. It was not a voice I recognized. It was deeper. Rougher. Like gravel grinding in a...

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