The Faded Shield
The letter from the Guild sat on the workbench, its seal unbroken, the paper yellowed by the damp air of the workshop. Elias Thorne stared at it, his thumb rubbing the wax until it softened, a small, warm smear under his touch. He had signed the commission three days ago, promising a shield of silver and steel for the city council, a piece that would secure his pension and clear the debts left...
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