The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The great hearth of Ashworth Manor had not seen a fire in three days, yet the air remained thick with the scent of charred oak and the metallic tang of old blood, a smell that clung to the velvet drapes and the polished mahogany of the dining table like a second skin that refused to be shed. Edward Ashworth sat at the head of the table, his hands folded loosely over a plate of untouched roasted...

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