The Faded Shield
The steel is cold against your chest. It is heavier than it looks, a slab of polished mirror that hums with a low, subsonic vibration you feel in your teeth. You are Cael, twelve years old, and your hands are shaking. You have been shaking for three days. The Iron Keep stands before you, a fortress of grey stone and iron that has watched generations of boys break against its walls. You want the...
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