The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain fell on the stone courtyard with a sound like old coins dropping into a deep well, a rhythmic, hollow tapping that seemed to erode the very foundations of the Citadel of Aethelgard. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the ramparts, his back to the storm, watching the mist curl around the spires of the high towers. He was a man carved from the same gray granite as the walls, his face a...

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