The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The bell tower of St. Jude’s did not ring for the dead. It rang for the living, a harsh, iron shriek that tore through the morning fog of the city. Elara stood on the stone ledge, her fingers white against the cold granite. Below, the crowd gathered in the square. They wore heavy wool, their faces hidden behind hoods and scarves. They whispered. The whispers were wind, carrying the scent of wet...

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