The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The hammer struck the anvil with a dull, wet thud, and Arthur Vane felt the vibration travel up through the leather of his work gloves, settling deep in the bones of his wrist. He was not a smith, nor was he in a forge, but the rhythm of the blow was the only thing that kept the trembling in his hands from becoming a shudder that might give him away. Across the narrow, soot-stained table sat...

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