The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The bell above the door did not ring; it clanged, a dull, heavy sound that seemed to vibrate through the soot-stained floorboards of the workshop. Elias Thorne did not look up from the furnace, where the crucible of Living Glass glowed with a sickly, pulsing amber light. He was forty years old, his hands mapped with the silver scars of a lifetime spent shaping molten silica, and he knew the...

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