The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The varnish was still wet, a sticky, amber trap that held Mara Vane’s breath in her lungs as much as it held the gold leaf in place, and she watched the brush tremble in her father’s hand, the bristles caking with a slurry of red that was not pigment but something thicker, warmer, smelling faintly of iron and old rain. Elias Vane sat across from her in the cramped workshop of the community...

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