The Faded Shield
The iron ring lay on the stone floor, cold and unyielding, a circle of dark metal that had once held a shield, now holding only the silence of the empty hall. Margaret stood before it, her breath visible in the frigid air of the cellar, where the dampness of the earth seeped through the cracks in the flagstones and settled into the wool of her dress, making the fabric heavy and wet against her...
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