The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The iron was cold against my palm, a slab of stolen weight that hummed with a vibration I could feel in my teeth, and I hammered it not with the rhythm of a smith but with the frantic, arrhythmic beating of a heart trying to keep blood moving through clogged veins. I was Thomas, thirty-two years old, an apprentice to a man who had not spoken in three days, and I was in the middle of forging a...

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