The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The forge glowed. It was a low, orange pulse in the dark. Aldous sat. He held the shield. It was not his. Not truly. It was a patchwork of oak and iron. It had served a lord long dead. Now it served the guild. Or rather, it served the accusation. The hall smelled of wet wool and fear. Twelve men sat around a long table. They were the Guild of Smiths. They were also the judges. They were also...

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