The Faded Shield
What does it cost to be remembered? Ivana Minasyan woke from the dream of the silver shield, a circle of cold light that never tarnished, bound to her soul like a scar. She was thirty years old, an exile from the mountains, trying to secure a permanent position as the village healer to escape the bankruptcy of her family’s trade. The air in the scriptorium was heavy with wet ink and the...
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