The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The hall is thick with the smell of roasted boar and damp wool, a suffocating perfume that clings to your skin and coats the back of your throat. You stand in the corner of the great hall, a place where the shadows are deepest and the air is still, watching the men and women of the village move in a blur of red faces and bright, frantic eyes. They are celebrating, or perhaps they are mourning,...

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