The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the mud in the courtyard of the old stone house had turned into a slick, black mirror that reflected the gray, weeping sky. I stood in the center of it, my boots sinking with every step, the heavy wool of my cloak clinging to my back like a second skin. My hands were shaking, not from the cold, though the air was sharp enough to cut the breath from...

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