The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The vault smelled of wet limestone and old dust, a scent that had seeped into the fibers of my coat over the last three hours. I stood in the center of the circular room, the stone floor cold through the soles of my boots, holding the obsidian shield in both hands. It was heavier than it looked, a slab of black glass no larger than a dinner plate, but its weight was not in the stone; it was in...

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