The Faded Shield
The blade is in the mud, and the mud is thick with the blood of the man who tried to stop you. You pull it free, the metal singing a low, dull note against the wet earth, and the sound cuts through the roar of the crowd. They are screaming, a chaotic wave of voices rising from the valley floor where the siege has broken. You do not look down. You look at the banner behind you, torn and...
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