The Faded Shield
Chapter One The sound of a shield hitting wet cobblestone is a dull, wet thud, like a melon dropped from a height. Mildred Roudebush heard it clearly, even over the screaming. She stood in the center of the street, her boots slipping on the slick stone, holding the living thing before her chest. It was not metal. It was a membrane, thick and red, pulsing with a rhythm that matched her own...
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