The Faded Shield
Chapter One Leila Qasim’s hands were red from the lye soap when she woke, the suds still cutting into her cuticles. She stood in the dark of the requisitioned boarding house, the smell of damp wool and old grease hanging heavy in the air, and she knew the dream had come again: the stone walls of the Citadel bleeding a slow, rust-colored ichor. It was the second rain that finished the first, a...
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