The Faded Shield
The heavy wool of the tunic clung to Arthur’s shoulders, a fabric so thick and dark that it seemed to absorb the faint, gray light filtering through the high, narrow windows of the keep, a garment that had once been the pride of his father, a piece of armor woven from the very threads of duty and expectation, now worn thin at the elbows and faded to a dull, mournful brown by years of relentless...
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