The Faded Shield
The old stone keep stood at the end of the village, a square block of gray granite that seemed to grow out of the earth rather than being built upon it. It had no doors, only a single, arched opening that served as an entrance to a central courtyard. Inside the courtyard, a dry well waited, its mouth a dark circle in the center of the paving stones. I was ten years old when my brother, Thomas,...
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