The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The hall was thick with smoke and the smell of roasting boar, the air so dense it felt like breathing in wet wool. Torches hissed on the stone walls, casting long, trembling shadows that danced like ghosts trying to remember their names. Lord Edward Ashworth stood at the edge of the table, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword he no longer owned. He was a man carved from silence and stone,...

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