The Faded Shield
Chapter One I remember the weight of the bronze before I remember the sound of the Mayor’s voice, a heavy, dull pressure against my chest that seemed to flatten the ribs beneath my shirt, a sensation I have carried for three weeks now since I took the fragment from the municipal vault and hid it in the damp cellar where the air smells of wet wool and old paper, a smell that clings to the...
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