The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The air in the great hall of the Blackwood Armory smelled of wet wool, stale beer, and the metallic tang of fresh iron. It was a thick, suffocating scent, the kind that clung to the back of the throat and refused to be swallowed. Outside, the city of Oakhaven churned in the gray gloom of an industrial winter, the smokestacks of the textile mills belching black ribbons into a sky that had not...

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