The Faded Shield
"Put the tongs down, Esther." Chapter One The forge in the basement of House Muncy smelled of sulfur and old sweat. Esther Muncy, thirty years old and captain of the Iron Guard, held the pincers with a grip that white-knuckled her fingers. Before her lay the Faded Shield, a disc of bronze so old it had turned the color of dried blood. It did not reflect the firelight; it absorbed it. Leo,...
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