The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The morning the garrison marched out of the valley, the mist clung to the cobblestones like a wet shroud, and Silas Vane stood at the edge of the procession, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had been polished so often the steel had lost its reflection, becoming a mirror for nothing but the grey sky above. It was a departure that felt less like a beginning and more like a severing, a...

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