The Faded Shield
"Put it down, Ayesha. You’ll break the seal before the sun clears the ridge." Kael’s voice was a dry rasp, scraped thin by the dust that filled the air of the central keep. Ayesha Ahmed did not look up from the shield. It rested against the cold stone of the wall, the metal dull and dark, absorbing the faint, sickly light of the morning. She was thirty years old, her hands steady as they traced...
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