The Faded Shield
The bone in the left shoulder of Elara Vance did not ache with the dull, persistent throb of arthritis or the sharp, electric shock of a pulled muscle, but rather with a rhythmic, hollow resonance, as if a small bell were suspended within the marrow itself, ringing out in time with the slow, tidal pull of the moon that hung heavy and low over the grey, featureless sky of the Obsidian Court. It...
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