The Faded Shield
Act I "You’re holding the hammer wrong again," Kael said, his voice dry as the recycled paper dust that coated the floor. "If you swing like that, you’ll break your wrist before the iron breaks. And if you break your wrist, who pays for the oxygen subscription?" Marlene Schwarz did not look up from the anvil. The metal glowed a dull, angry orange, pulsing in time with the tremor that had...
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