The Faded Shield
The mortar shell struck the parapet three feet to my left, sending a spray of wet earth and shattered stone into the air, and I did not flinch, because I was already staring at the Obsidian Shield. It hung in the center of the Oria gatehouse, a disc of black glass ten feet in diameter, humming with a frequency that made my teeth ache. The dawn raid was six hours away, and the shield was...
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