The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The name was shouted from the top of the stairs. It cut through the damp cold of the alchemist’s wing, sharp as a knife. I looked up from the workbench. My hands were stained black with charcoal and sulfur. The smell of burnt resin hung in the air, thick and cloying. "Elias!" Thomas’s voice echoed off the stone walls. He stood in the doorway, his face pale, his breath coming in short, quick...

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