The Faded Shield
Chapter One Could a man who was already half-dead still save a child? Renard Laraque stood in the soot-choked basement of the textile mill, the air thick enough to chew, and watched the blue sap leak from his crushed vial, soaking into the torn sleeve of the boy, Josué, whose face had gone the color of old ash. Renard was thirty-two, a foreman with a berth mortgage on the generation ship...
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