The Faded Shield
The heavy oak doors of the Great Hall were already splintering under the weight of the mob’s fury, a rhythmic thunder that shook the dust from the high vaulted ceilings and settled upon the stone floor in a fine, gray shroud. I stood in the center of the room, my hands bound behind my back with rough hemp rope, my knees trembling not from the cold that seeped through the ancient flagstones, but...
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