The Faded Shield
The shield hummed. It was a low, thrumming vibration that I felt in my teeth before I heard it with my ears. I sat on the concrete floor of the basement, my back against the cold brick, and watched the metal surface ripple like water. It was ancient, a disc of dark iron no larger than a dinner plate, etched with symbols that seemed to shift when I wasn’t looking directly at them. My left arm...
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