The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain hits the ramparts. Hard. Cold. It strips the moss from the stone. It washes the blood into the ditch. You stand there. Still. Your hands shake. Not from cold. From fear. Or maybe from the weight of the sword in your grip. It is a heavy thing. Iron. Rust. Old. They call you the Warden. You are not a lord. You are not a knight. You are a man of the law. A keeper of the peace. But the...

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