The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The mead was dark, thick as tar, and it tasted of iron. Wulf stood at the head of the long table, his hands shaking. Not from the cold, though the hall was damp with the breath of two hundred men. He shook because he was afraid. He looked at the shield leaning against the wall. It was old. The paint had flaked away in long, jagged strips, revealing the pale, sick wood beneath. But the boss in...

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