The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The axe bit deep. Wood splinters flew like black teeth. I swung again. The sound was wet. It was loud. It filled the hollow chest of the old oak. My arms burned. My breath was ragged. I was alone in the forest. But I did not feel alone. I felt the weight of the years. I felt the debt. I am a man of few words. I am a man of heavy hands. I cut timber for the Baron. I have done it for twenty...

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