The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The iron was singing again, and it was not a sound you could ignore. You stood in the center of the workshop, your breath catching in the thick, mist-choked air of Oakhaven, listening to the low hum that vibrated through the soles of your boots and up into your teeth. Silas Vane, forty-two years old, master shield-maker, and for the last three years, a man whose hands no longer obeyed his mind....

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