The Faded Shield
Chapter One “Notice of Summons. To appear before the Magistrate of the Valley. Charge: Theft of Sacred Grain.” The paper smelled of iron and old ink. Suzanne Gauthier held it against her chest, where the bone shield fused to her left arm pulsed with a slow, heavy rhythm. It was heavy, heavier than it looked, a slab of pale ivory that had grown from her shoulder three months ago. The mist in...
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