The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The iron bar lay cold in Elias Thorne’s hands, its surface slick with sweat and the faint, oily sheen of quenching oil, and he did not move because the metal was humming, a low, vibrating thrum that traveled up his forearms and settled in the hollow of his chest like a second, sickening heartbeat. He was forty years old, a blacksmith by trade and an exile by circumstance, and in the village of...

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