The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

"Put it down." The voice was not mine. It belonged to the Master of the Guild. He stood in the doorway, his breath pluming in the cold air of the workshop. I did not look up. My hands were deep in the leather. I pulled the strap tight. The sound was a snap. Sharp. Final. "Put. It. Down, Elias." I stopped. I wiped my hands on my apron. The leather smelled of oil and old blood. I looked at him....

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