The Faded Shield
The blade bit deep. Blood sprayed. It was hot. It was red. It stained the white stone of the keep. Edric fell. He did not scream. He only gasped. A wet, rattling sound. The crowd roared. They were not men. Not truly. They were shapes. They wore the colors of the Court of Ash. Their faces were hidden behind masks of polished bone. They moved with a precision that was not human. Edric looked up....
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