The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The heavy oak door of the estate creaked open with a sound like a groan from a dying beast, admitting the cold, damp air of the valley into the sanctuary of the hall, where the air hung thick with the scent of beeswax and old paper and the faint, metallic tang of blood that had long since dried into the grain of the floorboards. I stood in the center of the room, my hands clasped tightly behind...

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