The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

Act I The soot in the foundry did not settle; it hung in the air like a suspended judgment, coating every surface in a fine, gritty layer that tasted of iron and old coal. Teresa Aguilar wiped her hands on her apron, the leather stiff with years of sweat and oil, and looked at the shield lying on the workbench. It was a mess of cracked bronze and tarnished silver, the central boss shattered...

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