The Faded Shield
The rain had not stopped for three days, a grey curtain that blurred the edges of the manor house and the world beyond it. I stood by the window in the library, watching the water streak down the glass, feeling the chill seep through the double panes. It was a coldness that seemed to settle in the bones, a persistent ache that mirrored the unease I had carried since my brother, Thomas, had left...
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