The Faded Shield
The blade stopped an inch from Eamon’s throat, the steel humming with a low, vibrating tension that he could feel in his teeth. Halloway did not speak. He simply held the point there, his face a mask of bored professionalism, the kind of expression one reserved for a difficult tax audit or a broken axle. The silence in the tower room was absolute, save for the rhythmic dripping of condensation...
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