The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream was always the same. I stood in a field of ash, holding a shield that burned with a cold, blue fire. In the dream, the fire did not hurt. It hummed, a low note that vibrated in my teeth, promising that if I held on, the world would stop breaking. I woke in my small room above the chandler’s shop, the smell of tallow and old paper thick in my throat. My name is Elias. I am thirty-two...

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