The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain in Ironhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slick and treacherous. You stand in the narrow alley behind the textile mills, your back against the damp brick, listening to the rhythmic thrum of the looms three floors up. The sound is a low, mechanical moan, a constant reminder of the machinery that has consumed your body’s time and strength for the better part of two...

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