The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rivet was crooked. I knew it was crooked before I even looked, because the hammer didn’t strike true; it slipped on the wet head, a tiny, sickening skid that sent a shiver up my wrist and into the bone. I wiped my hand on my apron, the leather stiff and caked with three days of iron dust, and looked at the shield. It was a thing of dark, dented steel, hammered into the shape of a heart that...

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