The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

Act I Who could tell the difference between a thread pulled in anger and a thread pulled in duty, when the loom was the only thing that remembered the weight of the hand? Ana Sousa woke with the copper taste of blood on her tongue, the dream of her guild badge shattering still vibrating in the marrow of her wrists, a fracture that felt less like a memory and more like a fresh wound. The air in...

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